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.
Friday, September 9, 1988
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.
this is the day i was born.
Day I got here. Perfect. Thank you Jamie.
My birthday
My first birthday.
The day I ws born, love it.