Manhattan skyline from a Brooklyn perspective
No, it didn´t blew me away again.
But while sitting in the cab from JFK to Manhattan I remembered my first visit to Big Apple and I knew exactly how it had knocked me out back then (six or seven years ago). And strangely, even though I could not imagine to live in NYC, it felt a little bit like coming home… maybe just because every block reminded me of a whoa-moment, every street said something like »why don’t you come back tomorrow?«
Midtown rooftop view
From up on the Highline in Meatpacking District
Baby Hulk somewhere in NoLita
Hell’s Kitchen flea market
Early morning on Times Square
H&M ad reflection on Times Square
Yes, it’s pretty impossible to not like New York.
To not like a walk on the High Line, to not be impressed by the city’s gigantism, to not like to sit somewhere and just watch all these different kind of people from all around the world knowing that most of them somehow do and feel the same.
A decent price for a good advice
Wassup? on Bleecker Street, SoHo
Yellow cabs in Brooklyn
Balloons on the Broadway
