A lesson I learned a bit too late in life living in this big fucked up and wonderful city is to always take the time to look up, stop and smell the angles; take some time to live in the moment. There are countless days this place I’ve lived all my days drives me to drink — as of late, mostly due to the new breed transplants with no respect for our traditions — but there are many more days when it feels like a first kiss. Oh New York City, I love you so. You own my heart.
Words and photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2018
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