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Christian Barclay
Photo by Liz Ligon Participants take their spot on the line. Photo by Liz Ligon

How long is a minute?

This was the question posed by artist David Lamelas during his performance Time Line on the High Line. The interactive piece took place in three different locations throughout the park on July 22, 23, and 24. Park visitors were invited to stand along a white strip of tape and "pass along" the time. The performance began with an announcement of the time to the first participant in line. That person “held” the time for an estimated one minute, at which point they then announced the time out loud and “passed” it to the next person. Visitors were encouraged to join the line at any point and to use their native language to announce the time, thereby adding their own subjective sense of time to the performance’s duration.

So, how long is a minute? Sixty seconds.

Christian Barclay

On July 16 and 17, High Line Art presented Misty Malarky Ying Yang, a new performance by artist Ryan McNamara that celebrated the 35th anniversary of President Jimmy Carter’s famous 1979 “Malaise Speech.”

The nationally televised speech focused on the ongoing energy crisis. Carter pronounced that the American standard of fossil-fuel gluttony would have to end, and the solution would be self-sacrifice as much as policy. His candor went over well for a few days, until the American public realized that the President was pointing the finger squarely at them. It is known as the final nail in the Carter administration’s coffin. For the High Line Performance, McNamara and a group of dancers used the infamous speech as the point of departure for a choreographed spectacle.

The piece began each night at 7:30 PM, at the south end of the park at Gansevoort Street. An enclosed case held the performance materials – a collection of unforgiving lilac printed unitards. The four dancers posed, vogued, and skipped their way through the park in a succession of choreographed sequences, all the while reciting the infamous speech word for word. As the group made their way through the park, the crowd swelled with curious passersby, including a few bemused teens from a nearby High Line Teens dance party.

At risk of turning this into a “you had to be there” post, we’ve chosen a few of our favorite Instagram photos from each night of the performance. Hopefully they convey the energy and dynamism of this singularly kooky piece.

Christian Barclay
Photo by @aloarowa

There are very few (good) reasons to awake at 5:30 AM, but the promise of a picturesque sunrise and room to roam brought out a snap-happy group of Instagrammers to the park on Wednesday, July 23. We joined with Instagram to welcome a small group to visit the park before it opened and document their adventures. The event, #emptyhighline, produced dozens of beautiful shots that captured the park in an early morning glow.

Check out some of our favorites below, and follow @highlinenyc and @highlineartnyc for more beautiful photos of the park.

Erika Harvey
Our gardeners are hard at work this time of year, making sure the park is at its most beautiful. Photo by Beverly Israely.

With more than 1,500 contributors, the High Line Flickr Pool gathers some of the best photographs of the park. The images are displayed in a rotating gallery on our Web site, giving High Line fans from afar, or those stuck in the office, a great way to keep track of park life. On the blog, we like to recognize the talented photographers who share their unique perspectives of the park.

Summer is an exciting season at the High Line. It marks the return of some of our favorite public programs for all ages, High Line food partners serving up a selection of sweet and savory options along the park, not to mention a diverse and ever-changing palette of flowers and foliage throughout the planting beds.

Join us after the jump for a photographic celebration of the summer season featuring our favorite images from past and present, including many from the High Line Flickr Pool.

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