Another one of my roaming nighttime photos. One day, there will be nothing left of the East Village in NYC. All that will be is a continuous series of Condos, Starbucks, Duane Reades, Banks, and Chipotles following one another. So while I can, I will try to capture that last remaining vestiges of the era of art, originality, creativity, and individuality that made this area of New York City such a wonderful place to go and club, eat, and generally enjoy culture and life. This is one such example of that. I haven't been there in a while, for all I know there may be condo there now, who knows. Enjoy this time capsule. Thanks for viewing.