5 thoughts on “09-09-88”

  1. This was the last day of my first visit proper visit to NYC. I was 22 and studying Fine Art at a University in England, I had managed to scrape enough together for a two week stay in the city, crashing at a friend’s apartment in Battery Park City, right next to the WTC. Coming from rural England, NYC was an astonishing, luminous city of vertiginous architecture in a constant kinetic frenzy of activity. I spent the days visitng art galleries and the nights clubbing at MK, the Tunnel, the World and other places. A formative experience. So wonderful to see these beautiful images capturing hidden moments in that extraordinary place.


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