Eight weeks in the capital of world. It was the strangest journey in my life so far. It was short and long, sweet and sour at the same time.
In New York you can live the dreams of you, built by movies, actors, musicians and celebrities before the reality brings you back to the ground, as the entrance fee to this life only can afford by very few.
My pictures here are trying to capture this dream part, through the eyes of a stranger who lucky enough to spend some time here, see the magic and bring it home without being addicted to it.
Crossing the roads of the Central Park, looking around in the Metropolitan Museum, enjoying the music of Arturo Sandoval in Blue Note or Avishai Cohen in Jazz Standard, watching basketball match in the Madison Square Garden. Working long hours on the 47th floor of the World Trade Center, having lunch on the 60th floor of the Liberty Building, living in an apartment in the Wall Street, drinking whisky and New England IPA in the best pubs in the world, just a few steps away from your place. Passing through the morning rush of the Broad Way, after just leaving the Water street, the Tiffany’s, the Federal Hall and the Exchange. Having dinner at one of the charts in the Financial Distinct, rent a trekking bike and challenging weekend posers in the Central Park and stop for a steak and wine at one of the old stake houses like Del Monico’s, spending weekends by staring the paintings in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, or visiting a museums for the memories of the cold war spying, astronautics, aviation and maritime. These pictures make me relive these memories.
Love it or hate it, may you want to be the part of it just want to escape, when you just go up to the roof of the Rockefeller Center, you realize that this city is the capital of the world.
Colors Through The Glass 