I'll go light on the text, partly because the photos can speak for themselves, and partly to heed my grandmother's advice that one w...

One of my favorite signs that I never saw was the big neon hulk that formerly hung over the Stonewall Inn at 58 Christopher Street in Green...

Not quite neon, but still of interest, I hope. So I'm walking down East 55th Street, just minding my own business, when an odd b...

There was something particularly vexing about the sight of Circo's handsome old signs un-lit.  I had really, really hoped to include thi...

As a child of the '80s, I grew up with a certain indistinct disgust for Helvetica .  I had no idea that it had a name.  The word ...