Years ago I watched a movie called “Pleasantville” about these people who get trapped in a sitcom about the 1950s.  It was all in black and white and whenever a character would open themselves up to something, they’d turn into a person who was in color.  It was an interesting concept and I do understand how life can have color.

But black and white can have meaning too.  Black and white doesn’t mean boring and it takes more for it to be contemplated and figured out than color.  Color amazes.  Black and white makes you contemplate.

That brings us to the subject of the following pictures.  It is Grand Central Station, one of my favorite spots on planet Earth.  Five years ago, I was in Stockholm, watch Serena Van Der Woodsen walk through Grand Central, just as I had done for years.  The place makes me happy and reminds me that New York does have history and that it not just glass and steal and coldness.  It has warmth and it has history.

Hence these photos are rendered in black and white: