New York City is a web of fates, of inanimate and animated objects, it sways and constantly moves. People and things in it almost constantly yell. I was endlessly fascinated by it.
I have lived in almost every neighborhood in New York City, and on both sides of Broadway. Like in two totally opposite windows across from each other.
There’s something special about the New York laundromats, about the dollar pizza place, the subway, the Chelsea art gallery district, the New York public library, the public spaces, the hangouts, the loading docks, the Apple store.
I was obsessed with the empty storefronts, with their open eyes.
I would often wait until it’s late to roam the city and see its sights, and hear its roars, whispers and complaints, its sighs, and its whooshes.