NYC is many things - a hairstylist's dream, the city that never sleeps (with shops that close at 7pm), a juxtaposition of the old and new. And most of all, a cultural mecca. It's hard not to be drawn to the charm of the city (the charm of "being surrounded by things you can't have"), and already I'm in love.
It's a metropolis of creative culture, with amazing adverts, innumerable mosaics in stations, simply bustling and thriving with this artful energy. Having been there, it still feels so surreal, being in someplace previously seen only through movie screens and read through books. Imagining all those characters being just a block or two away.
It's not easy (read: impossible) to summon a word to encapsulate this trip, so I'll say - indescribable. I did it. I survived a grand total of 22 hours on board a plane before stumbling bleary-eyed out of the airport into the cool New York-ian air smelling of asphalt and sounding with honks of those infamous yellow cabs. I visited Momofuku Milk Bar. I laughed at the ducks at Central Park. I ate so much granola and yogurt (that I'm ill now).
So there. I've included a short list of the places I visited on this trip below for your reference, along with some pictures I took on this trip. Enjoy.
And one final word of thank you to KaneKin.co for the feature. You can read it here.