At long last, I made a trip over to the World Trade Center to check out Santiago Calatrava’s Oculus, the centerpiece of its new transit hub. Many have called it a boondoggle and say that its $4 billion price tag is too steep for what is essentially a shopping mall. I however call it an instant NYC landmark. Entering for the first time, I didn’t know whether to take pictures or genuflect–it’s less subway station and more catherdral. It’s just too bad they built this spectacular structure at the WTC and not in Midtown as part of a new Penn Station.
I took advantage of the balmy, 40-degree weather last evening to make my annual pilgrimage to Dyker Heights, Brooklyn, the neighborhood on which Christmas threw up. Evidently the spew was contagious as the extravaganza of excess, once only a couple of blocks worth of tacky, has now consumed half the neighborhood.