Thank God I was born and raised in New York (Brooklyn to be exact). I love my city so much I got into an argument with a Virginian-native about why suburbia is overrated.
For a true New Yorker its often hard to relate to transplants. Their slow steady pace that backs up pedestrian walkways, or metro turnstiles, their complete disregard for “keeping it real”, their entitled “after all these years I’m a New Yorker” self-proclamation – the list is endless. But you can tell a true NYer to a faux NYer pretty easily. Where the latter carries a jaded veil for living in the city that never sleeps, the former sees and contributes to its magic.
This is my love letter to New York.
Photo story by Eden Chinn