There are few lines in New York City more powerful than “Come check
out my roof.” The promise of a rooftop viewing prolongs mediocre dates,
ensures attendance at impromptu parties, and solidifies connections
among neighbors who would otherwise prefer to have nothing to do with
one another. (“Shall we have a beer on the roof?” “Why not!”)
Even an unfinished, borderline dangerous rooftop can dramatically
alter one’s life in positive ways, connecting a claustrophobic (
“cozy!”) studio apartment to a sphere of possibilities accessible only
to richer neighbors: gardening, sunbathing, hosting dinner parties,
smoking-without-suffocation, flirting with a view, adequate AT&T
reception. slate.
Alex MacLean , Up on the Roof: New York’s Hidden Skyline Spaces (Princeton Architectural Press).
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