I love Chinatown in Manhattan — so much to look at, to smell, to listen to. Unending contrasts and what feels like chaos, even in comparison to the rest of New York.
These images are how Times Square feels to me when you close your eyes: bright light, blurred together, leaking through your eyelids.
The first modern prison in the world, wildly progressive for its time.
The light in this place, refracted through the stain glass and banners above, was pretty inspiring.
Sometimes Times Square — when it’s late enough not to be uncomfortably crowded — actually makes you feel good about humanity.
Looking up from the sunken garden of the Met Breuer on an unusually warm February afternoon.
Not sure there is any set of structures in the world that fit my eye as well as the DC metro does.
They don’t make em like they used to. Just an incredible building, bordering on absurd, with over-the-top colors and patterns and variety and ornamentation.
A few shots from a cold walk last week.
Anna and I ventured into the frigid city this afternoon and stumbled upon this scene: A snow making machine in Central Park, with afternoon sunlight streaming through. It felt like we’d stepped onto a movie set.