…is not like the last.
The ragged feel of the city is more visceral, vibrant, even in winter.
In Queens, where we lived last year, everything felt close and loud without exuberance, an atmosphere produced by the din of the elevated subway and the quiet, overworking diligence of immigrant families. I took fewer photographs of the neighbourhood than I did of elsewhere, desiring more than sights like this:
Now I plan to create an appropriately jaunty narrative in these coming months, clicking away at the oddities and that cross my path. It’s certainly true that Houston St/the lower east side/east village caters to drinkers of a more moneyed, playful nature:
And to adventurous eaters:
I look forward to peeking about, trying to make a silk purse from it all…