I’ve read ALL the 109 post here… and it made me drop a tear (quite a lot of them actually).
9 West 46th Street was the first place I have ever stayed in New York City. Me and other 4 friend rented a 1br room for crazy $$ on July 2005… the first imagine I have of NYC was a jaw-dropping foggie skyline while on the cab from JFK. Second image was looking up (still on the cab) to the chrysler building, with this mystic NYC fog… the third image, next day, was West 46th Street. I could not understand how it was possible to, right in the middle of everything, it could exist such a shitty block.
Two years later I moved to NYC, I (surv)lived 9 years there, and on my last walk home, what was probably of the last pic of me on NYC, I sat down on those shitty, but loved, buildings. Already covered and ready to be demolished. That was December 2nd 2015.
Sorry for the personal story, outside from the development of the area, but buildings are nothing but bricks filled with stories.