Hudson Yards is one colossal, inhumane, sky-blocking cluster of ugly buildings for billionaires. Or so say urban “experts” sentimental for last century’s low-rise Manhattan of small shops and serendipitous sidewalk encounters celebrated in Jane Jacobs’ 1961 book, “The Death and Life of Great American Cities.”
So how come Hudson Yards is full of smiling, selfie-snapping strollers who can’t get enough of the place? The No. 7 subway line, which was often near-empty west of Times Square, is so crowded since the complex opened March 15 that it could do with more trains. Everyone’s clamoring to climb The Vessel, restaurants are full and seven floors of stores both expensive and cheap are teeming with shoppers and browsers.