Melissa and I went tropical this weekend. Staten Island, baby.
We had no real agenda for this trip. Just two gals lathered in bug spray and sun screen, armed with a couple cameras, looking for something with a little character. And we found it.
Staten Island’s very own Highline. Except this one was unrenovated, had no clear entrance and smelled like shit. Literally, like shit. But it was a good time.
A few photos (from underneath the tracks and then on top) to follow…
