In the past, when I’ve thought of NYC, it’s as a city of grey. Full of colourful people perhaps, but otherwise the proverbial concrete jungle: tall, grey buildings; scarce greenery outside of Central Park; streets where light and shadow are in constant dance with each other; and where, underneath, a dark subway rumbles.
This time, though, is different. Maybe it’s because this time I’m staying in Brooklyn, with its open sky and artsy streets. Maybe it’s because every time I come to New York, I discover so many new things and fall in love a little more. Or maybe it’s just that I’ve got spring on my mind.
Whatever it is, this time all I see is colour.
Photos (1), (2) and (4) by my friend Mat
The rest by me