“From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building.
And just as it had been tradition of mine to climb to the Plaza roof to take leave of the beautiful city extending as far as the eyes could see, so now I went to the roof of that last and most magnificent of towers.
Then I understood. Everything was explained. I had discovered the crowning error of the city. Its Pandora’s box.
Full of vaunting pride, the New Yorker had climbed here, and seen with dismay what he had never suspected. That the city was not the endless sucession of canyons that he had supposed, but that it had limits, fading out into the country on all sides into an expanse of green and blue. That alone was limitless.
And with the awful realization that New York was a city after all and not a universe, the whole shining ediface that he had reared in his mind came crashing down.
That was the gift of Alfred Smith to the citizens of New York.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, My Lost City: Personal Essays 1920-40
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GPOYW- dinner with a supermodel
“Success is not what you do, it’s how you inspire others.”
Wisdom from photographer Gordon Parks to Iman and now passed down to me… Thank you Iman
“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.” ~ Emily Dickinson
Vintage silverware flower vase
“You may all go to hell and I will go to Texas.” —Davy Crockett
I love new york on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it – overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.
The Great Gatsby
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for all of Paris is a moveable feast.”
Pentax Spotmatic / Tri-X 400
If you are going to be an artist — even a photographer — I think you have to major in fantasy.
Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.
“Since you went away the days grow long
And soon Ill hear old winters song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall”
~Nat King Cole