New York has always reflected my never ending identity crisis with old world charm juxtaposed with unrelenting change and progress. Most people just see the meat grinder, but there is so much old New York still intact (albeit under serious threat due to the pandemic). I myself, like many, cannot fathom moving forward without a solid anchor in the past. What fascinates me is that each generation grows up with a set of past and present icons. The present icons will become past icons to future generations as they form present icons for themselves in turn becoming past for the next generation, and so on and so forth. That is why I love New York. ❤️

My beloved Chrysler Building struggles to be seen amidst new and taller skyscrapers. Although this means I see less of it walking around, I am delighted when I stumble upon a new and unexpected point of view. 🏙