A hundred times I have thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: It is a beautiful catastrophe.
– Le Corbusier
After being in LA, I went to New York. I clicked away making so many photos there that I’d like to post here, so I’ll divide them into a few posts perhaps not necessarily in successive order. On my way there on the plane (reading Huckleberry) my plane seat companion was a young man, who I guess was about twenty years young. He was the one sitting directly next to the window. It was also his first time in New York and he was very excited about it, like me. As the plane approached New York and was going to land, he kept on nudging me to look out of the window so that I could also see the Statue of Liberty and Manhattan. As I was discussing with some friends when I was in LA, coming to New York for the first time gives you a funny feeling. Because of all the movies we’ve seen, all landmarks we know, it’s like we’ve been there before but we haven’t.
The sky was terribly grey the first morning I woke up there. It was a gloomy contrast to the sunny days I left behind in LA.
We stayed in Williamsburg and spent the first morning walking around to see the views of Manhattan from that side. I know we all like sunshine but I think the gloominess made my photo session more fun. The photos looked like catastrophic scenes of doom.
There will be sunnier photos of New York ahead.
Thank you for visiting!