Broadway

From the Battery to the Bronx

English book publication Harry N. Abrams, New York, 1988

Japanese edition Toto Publishing, Tokyo, Japan, 1989

Reflections

When I moved to New York from Germany in 1960, I was immediately struck by the fleeting quality of life: with little regard for the past, businesses, buildings, entire neighborhoods and their people disappeared, their memory wiped out by new buildings and inhabitants who replaced them. Over time, the impermanent nature of my chosen city and the sense of loss that came with it instilled in me the desire to document what I saw, and I moved from being a painter to becoming a photographer.  

My first major, independent assignment was the Bowery, Manhattan's shortest northbound street. The infamous skid row would be my subject for nearly ten years: I photographed almost every single building on that one mile of misery, as well as the predominantly middle-aged and elderly outcasts who had made the street their home.  

Just a few blocks but a world away from the Bowery, I could see, from my 20th floor perch on Fourth Avenue and 12th Street, the distinct line of Broadway that cuts through downtown, flanked by the towers of Grace Church, the Woolworth Building, and newer skyscrapers, all the way to the tip of the island. On sunny days around noon, the metallic reflections from the steady stream of cars shine through my windows like a sparkling string of pearls, and night turns the street into a river of red tail lights. On one of those bejeweled days in 1984, I suddenly said to my husband over brunch, "Why not Broadway?"