It reminds me of being a kid in New York. I don’t know why:

He came out pretty nice, don’t you think? I got the feeling he wasn’t too happy with me photographing him though. Oh well. They can’t all be guys in red cups or women wearing dresses made out of boxing gloves.

She seems to be very popular. I don’t really know why.

But I feel like it won’t be:

but who cares? I happen to like these two photos:

I think I actually wanted it to look that way.

More magic:

OK, self revelation time. I grew up on the Upper East Side and to me this is my vision of home. I haven’t lived on the Upper East Side for many years, but I always think of it as my home. Funny how that goes, I guess.

New York is a tropical paradise. Well, in some places:

New York always makes people think of sky scrapers, but what people miss is a lot of the city’s pure magic.