Friday, 1 July 2011

the High Line - Manhattan, New York

I came across this interesting project on TED.com recently and thought that it was so good I just had to share it. A disused train line 10 metres in the air has now become a popular elevated pedestrian walkway through Manhattan's industrial district. It's a great example of Genius Loci as the spirit of the place is really captured by this elevated urban park. I've got to visit this in person one day and the project isn't completed as yet-Section 3 is yet to be completed in the phased construction. Inspiring stuff!


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http://www.thehighline.org/
The High Line was built in the 1930s, as part of a massive public-private infrastructure project called the West Side Improvement. It lifted freight traffic 30 feet in the air, removing dangerous trains from the streets of Manhattan's largest industrial district. No trains have run on the High Line since 1980. Friends of the High Line, a community-based non-profit group, formed in 1999 when the historic structure was under threat of demolition. Friends of the High Line works in partnership with the City of New York to preserve and maintain the structure as an elevated public park. 

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