Went last week to the High Line, a public garden-park that snakes up along what was once an old elevated railtrack. Built in the 1930s, it was used to freight livestock to slaughter in the meatpacking district just below what is now Chelsea. After years of disuse, it was reconstructed as a park. It’s one of my favorite places in the city, although, alas, always overrun by all the other afficionados. The design by Scofidio + Renfro and the planting by Piet Oudolf is all high-end, and high-concept. It’s kind of Deleuzian, wending its way, a meandering linearity, in between the tall’ish buildings. The feature I especially like is the way in which the green line is intermediary, suspended between the hard surface of the ground and the open-ended sky. Neither transcendent nor immanent, it’s felicitous public space. Check out the website. The “Design” tab is very cool.