“One belongs to New York instantly. One belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.” - Thomas Wolfe. Sitting in the back of a taxi at 11pm, having landed in New York less than an hour earlier and the only thing running through my jet lagged mind was, "I could live here". I could barely even make out the silhouettes of the buildings in the darkness but the sea of lights drew me in. Although it's a city of concrete, overly stressed humans and not much else, it holds so much beauty and an energy that I just cannot explain. Being based in Tribecca at the Smyth - A Thompson Hotel, had me skipping out in the mornings to get my everything bagels smothered (read: seriously smothered) in cream cheese from Ground Support and sorting out my caffeine cravings with a cappuccino from Laughing Man Cafe. At nights, Ramen. Plenty of Ramen. Almost always from Momofuku. Days were spent shopping in Soho, wandering the picturesque streets of the West Village and trawling through the eight miles of books at The Strand. Maybe it's the food I pine after, maybe it's the golden light that filters in through the buildings, maybe it's the rainbow of Autumn leaves that litter Central Park or maybe it's just the city itself. The only thing I can say with utter certainty is that I will be back. Soon.
Images by Nicole Cooper.