With the northern stretches of the High Line meandering around the neighborhood, these blocks seem to be void of life. Even the high-end galleries that call this block home sit behind understated brick walls and sterile signs. The industrialness of the street takes over. I understand that galleries need to be purposefully neutral, but I find amusement in the fact that a storage facility can bring more character to the outside of a street than an art house.
To the east you can see the tall tips of midtown buildings, while to the west you can see the inevitable approach of the Hudson River. Overall, there's a bit of a lost, no-man-land feeling to the block. That isn't to say it's without its charms, but the stark contrast of style can be rather unnerving.