Don't Look Down

After escaping the impossibly tall skyscrapers of midtown, this year I relocated (professionally) to the East Village. Every morning I pass the same dry cleaner(s), coffee shop, weird pashmina store & the infamous Beauty Bar. It only took me about 3 months with this routine to realize I only ever look at the same dry cleaner(s), coffee shop, weird pashmina store & the infamous Beauty Bar. Despite having moved onto greener (or at least shorter) building pastures, I'm missing everything above eye level.

Visiting New York is an architectural delight. Each borough, neighborhood & building has its own unique, detailed character and living history. Residing in New York, however, leads one to see the neon signs on the first floor and the black trash bags on the corner. Somehow, in this city of always looking ahead, we forget to look up.