Hey HIVE fam!
This post is long overdue, but better late than never, right?
During my trip to NYC last year, I covered a lot of ground, exploring different parts of the city. But one structure in Manhattan—specifically in the Hudson Yards area—stood out from the rest. It’s called The Vessel, though many have nicknamed it HIVE because of its striking resemblance to a beehive.
HIVE: The Vessel in NYC
If you’ve ever wandered around Hudson Yards in NYC, chances are you’ve seen The Vessel. It’s that futuristic, honeycomb-like structure rising up in the middle of the plaza, looking like something out of a sci-fi movie.
First Impressions: A Hive of Activity
Walking up to The Vessel, I felt like I was approaching something out of another world. Its shiny, bronze-tinted panels reflected the sky and the surrounding skyscrapers, almost like a giant kaleidoscope. The whole structure, with its interwoven staircases, seemed alive—like it was breathing with the city around it.
There was something mesmerizing about the way light bounced off its surfaces. Depending on where I stood, it looked golden in one moment, deep copper in the next. And the symmetry? Perfect. It felt like a modern-day monument, something meant to be climbed, explored, experienced.
Except, of course, I couldn’t.
Closed But Captivating
The entrance was blocked off, and a few signs made it clear: No visitors today. I had read about the restrictions—how safety concerns due to multiple suicides led to the upper levels being closed, and eventually, the entire structure becoming off-limits. It was strange to see such an inviting piece of architecture completely empty, no footsteps echoing through its staircases, no people taking in the view from above.
And yet, even from the outside, The Vessel didn’t feel abandoned. Tourists and locals alike still gathered around, taking pictures, admiring its design. Some, like me, stood there a little longer, wondering what it must feel like to be inside, looking down instead of up.
Art, Architecture, and a Question Mark
As I walked around its base, I kept thinking: What’s next for The Vessel? Would they find a way to make it accessible again? Would it just become a sculpture—something to admire from afar but never step into? It felt unfinished, like a story paused in the middle of a chapter.
But maybe that’s part of what makes it so fascinating. Even closed, The Vessel still feels like a symbol of modern NYC—bold, ambitious, and a little mysterious. I didn’t get to climb it, but standing there, staring up at its intricate design, I still felt like I had experienced something special.
Would I go back if it reopened? In a heartbeat. But for now, I’ll just keep wondering what it’s like to stand at the top, looking down at the city from inside its hive of stairs.
