I don't know how many of you are lucky enough to reside in NYC, but I've had a front row seat to this towers construction since it pierced the downtown skyline last year. During the early days, I had a strong dislike for the radome, as it appeared cumbersome and obtrusive in all the renders being released - I wished that they'd scrap it.
Then, when they did scrap it, I had a change of heart. The new mast renderings, with their rust coloring and spindly stature, made me wish for the days when something a bit more, well, cumbersome, would mark the top of this tower. I nursed a deep resentment for Durst and his pocketbook, going so far as to pen an essay on the death of civic-minded architecture. It wasn't a good time.
Now the mast is nearly complete. I've been watching it climb skywards from my 6th floor studio in the EV and from the roof of my Brooklyn apartment. In both cases, the mast looks healthy, not too wide and not too thin, a slender and stately mass of steel that, when paired with the rings and the guy wires, rings in harmony with the rest of the tower. Even the matte steel, while not ideal, looks nearly white in the daylight and will likely glow in the sun when completed.
The other day I went for a walk along the Brooklyn Bridge Park riverfront, south of the bridge. The slim new segments had just been erected and the true magnitude of the tower was beginning to be revealed. For the first time, gleaming in the sunlight, the tower looked cohesive, the massive blue trunk and the delicate lattice contrasting beautifully. Standing on the promenade, I made peace with the tower, and for the first time in over a year was giddy with excitement over its completion.
Oh what a time to be 20 and in NYC!