On Leaves of Glass.

Leaves of Glass is a history newsletter (oldsletter?) about New York City.

New York has always loomed large in our collective culture and mythmaking (and maybe especially in our own estimation), and for good reason! This city has always been an engine of steam and neon, steel and silk, making and remaking everything in its sight. But the most striking and inspiring and odd stories aren't necessarily written in gleaming gilding. So let's look at all the places we pass everyday without realizing what happened a few feet and a whole world away together.

The back end of the Eldridge Street Synagogue and an old power station from an elevated train on either side of a water tower.
This picture contains two histories and a water tower. Neat, right?

Come for the city of wharves and stores—city of tall facades of marble and iron!, stay for the very old gossip and snarky footnotes.

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Why would you want to check back for a new piece when one could be delivered to your inbox for you to enjoy at your leisure? Even if you can’t read it right away, it’ll be there for you when you want it. Maybe you have a commute coming up, or a party where you don’t really know anyone and want to have something engaging to look at on your phone that could become a conversation starter, or you’re looking to expand your Sunday morning routine—this would go very well with a crossword.

And I am…?

I’m just a person who makes all her friends look at water towers while we’re walking places. I study history and am incapable of walking by a plaque without reading it. I never learned to drive but I have unironically slapped the hood of a car and politely but firmly reminded the driver that I was, in fact, walking there.

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"I have often walked down the street before/ But the pavement always stayed/ Beneath my feet before/ All at once am I/ Several stories high/ Knowing I'm on the street where you live" Like that, but your crush is history and the street is New York.

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A New Yorker. Sounding my barbaric yap over the roofs of the world.