As a native New Yorker, I’ve always had a strange connection to the city even though my family and I moved when I was very little. I do have relatives who live there, but that’s not what I mean. It’s a strange innate connection that seems to transcend family ties or even familiarity. I always enjoy my visits to the Big Apple.
This city has it’s own, internationally famous (or infamous), attitude and rhythm: fast. There is a constant hustle where even a leisurely pace is like a half-sprint. The hum of the cars, spiked with honks, countless heels striking concrete, and the wail of vendors peddling everything from I <3 NY merchandise to bootleg DVDs to Halal food and “Purses! $10 Purses!”
Everyone flows about like an ant pile — cars and humans alike. The mix of people, its history, and concrete-steel heartbeat make this place a must photograph venue. New York City sucked my camera out of my bag and made me stay up late, not realizing how tired my feet were until I got back to my hotel.
New York city is a special place for photographers. Because of its life, it is easy to find interesting photographs.