By Kevin Lerner

Take a virtual walk-through of the space. See the people and products behind this project.

With their blanket of advertising, the Museum of Modern Art has made it hard for even the most clueless tourist to think that MoMA is still happily chugging away in its classic 53rd St. home in Manhattan. But come to the front doors of that building, and a bright blue poster will send you to Queens, that borough of World's Fairs and the Mets. Of Astoria, Jackson Heights, and Flushing Meadows. Of almost-suburban homes, light industry and the U.S. Open. And now the borough of modern art.

Take the V train; it's right across the street. Transfer at 42nd Street, under Patience and Fortitude, and the library that those two stalwart lions guard. And take the 7 train, a train loved by those who commute on it and hated by John Rocker.

A couple of stops into Queens—QNS, as MoMA is calling it—the 7 rushes above ground, squealing north around a couple of S-curves. Then, just as you're about to pull into 33rd St., if you look out the right side of the train, you'll see the cubist MoMA cubes on the roof of the new building—where a giant Swingline stapler used to be—as they quickly form the immediately recognizable logo, and then just as quickly deform again. Then it's just a quick tumble down the stairs of the el station, and you're there, the blindingly bright blue box beckoning you into the temporary galleries of this New York institution.

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