New York City is full of contradictions and disagreement. It’s the epicenter for competition and complication, but it is also the most interesting, inspiring, innovative, breathtaking, bewildering, charismatic, enigmatic, blissful, serendipitous, (you can see the list goes on and on), city in the world. Here is a list of 212 reasons why you should never leave New York, why being a New Yorker is the highest privilege one can attain, and why New York City is undoubtably the greatest city in the world.
After all: “For every two parts trash water, there is equal part free champagne” -Margaret Eby
7. the fact that there is a bar on the same block as any place you could possibly work/(go to school), therefore allowing you to never miss Happy Hour
8. not having to drive
9. the ability to get anywhere you need by either swiping your metro card or waving your hand for a taxi
10. not having to worry about paying for gas… or car insurance
11. the Cinnamon- Sugar donuts at The Standard Grill
12. Hot Chocolate from Café Lalo during the holidays
13. reading on the subway and finishing a chapter right as you approach your stop
14. the satisfaction of knowing your getting somewhere/ doing something but have the time to relax during your daily subway commute
15. getting a seat on the subway
16. the windows at Bergdorf Goodman during the holidays
17. ice skating in Central Park
18. the variety of ‘make your own’ frozen yogurt shops
19. having a plethora of world famous bakeries just a short walk or a subway ride away
20. people watching. Always.
23. Shake Shack.
24. the Union Square Holiday Market
25. never really having to worry about how you’re going to get home after drinking too much
26. craving food (any food) and just having to walk down the street to get it
27. being able to pick up virtually anything you need “on your way home”
28. crossing a bridge and seeing the skyline
29. being able to walk anywhere and everywhere
30. knowing you can always, and probably will have to, walk off your meal
31. the grid system
32. the satisfaction of giving articulate and specific directions
33. sharing a smile with a stranger
34. never having to have solidified plans for the night
35. being able to decide at the last minute that you want to go out, and have somewhere to go
36. stopping by somewhere for a drink, then going to your friend’s apartment, then going to another friend’s apartment, then another bar, and then home eventually (courtesy of Buzzfeed)
37. pretty much always being on the set of some famous movie
38. seeing the neon “No Parking” signs on the street and noticing your favourite show is being filmed
39. walking onto a movie/TV set
40. smelling weed in your hallway and automatically falling in love with your neighbor
41. the first real snowfall of the season
42. leather jacket weather
43. the first warm day of Spring
44. the fact that you can take the subway to multiple beaches
45. the fact that the city, beach, and country, are all just a train ride away from each other
46. having some of, if not, THE best sports teams
47. everyone wants to come visit you
48. everyone thinks you’re living the dream
49. no matter how hard it gets, you actually are living the dream
50. knowing that you’re living the life, in the place, people dream about
51. being able to go to a different restaurant every day for the rest of your life
52. being able to go to a different bar every night for the rest of your life
53. being able to have friends who have fabulous jobs
54. having friends that invite you to fancy places
55. being able to have friends who are creative, interesting, and innovative
56. being able to have friends who are just as cultured, educated, and ambitious as you are
57. knowing that a lot of the other people living here love this city just as much as you do
58. being able to live like characters/ recreate scenes of your favorite movie/ TV show (yogurt on the steps of the MET, anyone?)
59. the smell of Christmas trees on the sidewalk
60. the fact that the entire city celebrates every holiday (it’s like walking through a giant calendar)
61. there are trash cans literally everywhere…which is extremely convenient
62. it’s the best city to be drunk in (because, dollar pizza)
63. it’s the best city of be hungover in (weekend brunch, egg sandwiches at your local bodega…. or, dollar pizza)
64. the infinite number of options on Seamless
65. finding something on the curb close to you’re home that you can actually use
66. never having to worry about fully participating in bottomless brunch, because you are probably only walking distance from your home…. drink up!
67. never having to worry about parking
68. picnics in the park
69. your roof
70. your friends roof
71. strangers roof’s
72. free classes at Sweaty Betty
73. having a tourist ask you for directions, because even though it’s annoying, it means you look like a local
74. being able to relate to so many songs about New York
75. being able to watch a movie and know exactly what intersection it was filmed on
76. knowing you can get somewhere in less than 30 minutes, even during rush hour
77. West Side boys running without their shirts on in the summer
78. air conditioning on the subway in the summer
79. the sense of comfort you get when you see the same person on the subway during your daily commute (even if you never talk to them)
80. not having to talk to the people around you
81. late night dinners
82. outdoor seating in the summer
83. places that take weekend brunch reservations
84. going to brunch at 11 a.m. and getting seated right away
85. exiting the subway and knowing exactly where you are and where you have to go
86. watching people smoke weed and do yoga in the park, on a Tuesday
87. Thanksgiving Day, when the whole city is quiet (after the parade that is)
88. early summer weekend mornings where the whole city is quiet
89. having that “Wow! I live here” or “Wow! I made it moment,” every so often
90. The Staten Island Ferry
91. subway performances that are actually good
92. the different coloured lights on the Empire State Building
93. being able to stumble into a different era by just turning a corner
94. free concerts are actually really good
95. Jaywalking. Always.
96. street fair food
97. murals on the side of buildings
98. finding beautiful/ meaningful graffiti
99. being around people who understand your jokes about people from New Jersey (courtesy of Buzzfeed)
100. you don’t have to say “hi” to everyone on the street
101. you can eat alone and not be “weird”
102. you can go see a movie alone and not be “weird”
103. bodegas that have a variety of cream cheese options/ flavors
104. the flood of light when the subway emerges from underground
106. the amount of people you meet who are “originally from California” but moved to New York City (East Coast-1, West Coast-0)
107. living in the place where most major events/ shows/ galas are held
108. having shops that sell specific foods (i.e.: The Meatball Shop, Potatopia, Max Brenner)
109. Having a Duane Reade, Walgreens, or CVS on every corner (making being sick a little less awful)
110. knowing what famous people live in your neighborhood
111. getting used to seeing famous people
112. having a liquor store pretty much on every street
113. knowing what to wear based on the neighborhood you’re going to
114. having access to some of the best coffee shops in the world
115. knowing how many coffee shops there are that are better than Starbucks
116. being enough of a coffee snob to know that Starbucks actually kind of sucks
117. getting really good seats to a Broadway show for really cheap
118. because you’re not a tourist, and not here for a short time, knowing that you can wait until the hype dies down to try the latest trend #cronuts
119. Best. Bagels. Ever.
120. going for a run around The Jackie O. Reservoir
121. getting to attend super artsy plays/ readings/ exhibits, etc.
122. getting that small rush of pride when you notice someone’s pang of jealousy when they hear you live in New York City
123. reading The New York Times or The New Yorker over a cup of coffee in the morning
124. reading The New York Times of The New Yorker on the subway
125. pretty much reading The New York Times or The New Yorker anywhere, and feeling like a real “New Yorker”
126. having your sweet tooth satisfied at Dylan’s Candy Bar
127. getting to go to stores that most people, in other cities, only have access to online
128. the candle wall at Henri Bendel’s
129. window shopping on Madison Avenue
130. the obscurity of your favourite “hole in the wall” restaurant
131. the plethora of dive bars
132. having a “spot” where you and your friends meet
133. (regardless of how small it may be) knowing you own one of the coveted and scarcely available pieces of NYC property
134. being able to walk down the street and have a live reel of lookbook.nu (fashion inspiration)
135. being constantly introduced to new cultures and traditions
136. always being able to find a place where your traditions can be celebrated
137. reading a good book, on a blanket, in Central Park, in the summer
138. being able to have Chinese people make your Chinese food, Italians make your Italian food, and Mexicans make your Mexican food, etc., etc.
139. the sense of pride you feel knowing the ins and outs of your “neighborhood”
140. living in a place where people walk just as fast as you do
141. living in a city with people who know how to simultaneously weave through crowds, hold a coffee, and text on their phone at the same time (most of the time)
142. finding a little corner in a bookstore to read
143. the feeling of love you get when the bus driver waits for you to run down the street
144. the live music under Bethesda Fountain on a Sunday
145. watching the sunset on the Hudson River
146. knowing that you can always find someone who understands what you’re complaining about
147. (for directionally challenged people) knowing you can always know if you’re going North, South, East, or West because of the grid system (…unless you live in the West Village)
148. seeing the city at night from a Brooklyn rooftop
149. having access to the only 24 hour Apple store
150. finding a place where you can get a strong drink for under $12
151. feeling like Eloise at High Tea at The Plaza
152. Walking into Rocco’s on Bleecker Street and feeling like you just walked into your Nonna’s kitchen
153. a slice from Joe’s or a pie from John’s
154. the lovely grungy nightlife in the East Village
155. farmers markets, everywhere, always
156. the feeling of warmth you get when your super turns on your radiator for the first time
157. The Strand.
158. walking past thousands of strangers everyday and not having to give a shit what they think of you
159. the feeling you get when you run onto the subway JUST before the doors close
160. the feeling when the local train pulls up to the station right when your express train doors open (or vice versa)
161. having an extra banana or snack in your bag and giving it to a homeless person on your walk home
162. knowing you can have the same routine and yet see different faces everyday
163. knowing that you’re apartment has it’s “quirks” (to put it nicely), but still loving it because it’s a roof over your head (even when it’s leaking) and it feels like home
164. having the man who works at the deli on your street know your name and your order
165. having the bartender at your local bar know your order (bonus points if he’s cute)
166. having the barista at your local coffee shop know your order
167. basically the feeling of love you get when anyone knows you, and your order
168. taking a different route to work/ class and discovering a bunch of new restaurants/ stores you want to visit
169. the strange comfort you feel when you hear your neighbors talking, making you feel like you’re not alone
170. feeling connected to your neighbor because you wave at them through your window everyday…(even if you don’t actually know their name)
171. finding a yellow cab offering a $30 flat rate to the airport
172. seeing famous people on the subway and realizing that they’re regular people too
173. reading Fitzgerald in New York
174. the feeling you get after you turn the corner after leaving a party and slip into your secretly packed flats
175. hearing someone talk about how much they love New York
176. having it constantly be story time, as you flit in and out of eavesdropping in on conversations on the subway
177. watching the city come together and rally in times of struggle
178. The Poet’s Corner at St. John the Divine
179. the history of the houses in Greenwich Village
180. the history of most buildings in the Village
181. actually, the history of most buildings in the whole city
182. not having to feel obligated to pick someone up at the airport
183. and not feeling obligated to drop them off
184. being perfectly dressed and prepared for a rainy day
185. if you go to college in the city, knowing you can “make it in the real world” without having already graduated to “the real world”
186. noticing the buildings around you and seeing how beautiful all the architecture is
187. basically living in a We Heart It or Pintrest picture
188. going to a poetry reading/ poetry slam in the East Village
189. going to a book signing/ reading of your favourite author at your favourite bookstore (….or Barnes and Noble)
190. knowing your friends with someone who’s friends with someone who’s friends with a real celebrity
191. getting to see all your favourite artists because they will ALWAYS have one (if not two) shows in New York
192. finding cute but comfortable heels and feeling like Carrie Bradshaw as you walk down the street
193. having the perfect balance of good food and good places to work out
194. watching dogs run around the park
195. hearing city kids talk about how they know their way around the subway
196. seeing the tree go up at Rockefeller Center at Christmas (or, on a lesser scale, get put up under the arch in Washington Square Park)
197. getting on the train at Grand Central and feeling like you’re in a black and white movie
198. going to jazz clubs/ bars and knowing that where you are is where those songs/ that music was created
199. sitting in coffee shops/ bookstores/ etc. and knowing that writers created some of their best work probably right where you’re sitting
200. secret, underground clubs/ bars that make you feel like you’re at a 20’s speakeasy
201. drinking a cold beer at a Yankee’s game with your dad
202. getting to check so many bucket list restaurants off your list when your parents come to visit
203. The Spanish Latte at Think (and the Grilled Cheese)
204. Having your own hang (your version of “Central Perk” or “MacLaren’s”)
205. having four beautiful seasons
206. knowing that no matter how much of a funk you may be in you can always go back to your “special place” or do something to make you feel better
207. knowing that the city will never seize to amaze you
208. knowing that you can always find something new and exciting to do
209. knowing that to be re- inspired all you need to do is step outside, or take a different route to work
210. knowing you can leave New York for a bit (but I don’t know why you would want to) and only fall more in love with it when you return
211. knowing that by stepping outside you are destined to experience a new, life changing, adventure
212. knowing that you live in the greatest city there is and that no matter how hard it might be to hold on, you wouldn’t trade it for the world
“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.”
It has been 66 years since E.B. White sat in a sweltering New York City hotel room and crafted the exceptionally witty, perceptive, and charming love letter to the city; Here is New York. In just 39 short but expertly crafted pages of prose, White walked his readers through an unforgettable journey through the varied, charismatic, and effortless city that is New York.
Since the books conception, billions of people have travelled to and from, visited, departed, and newly arrived on this small island, and of the many, a select few like myself, have pledged their allegiance to the city and taken on the daunting task of succeeding in this highly competitive, irrationally expensive, dreamed and sought after place.
In so many ways, New York City is exactly the same place White left all those years ago. Taxis are just as hard if not harder to hail in the rain, walk ins are just as unlikely to be seated at Balthazar’s on a Friday night, and while the inception of restaurant week has made it slightly more feasible, tasting the luscious lightness of a chocolate soufflé at La Bernadin is mostly an unattainable dream.
However today, the city has changed and evolved to be an even more elite and storied place. New niches have been formed, cultural hot spots have impacted the flow, and if nothing else, New York City, its appearance itself has in fact been drastically altered. Lower Manhattan is no longer defined by two strong and distinguished towers, but rather by one infallible building that represents New York’s tenacity and resilience. Similarly, Midtown is no longer marked solely by the Empire State Building, but by both the Chrysler Building and The New York Times offices as well.
The Greek philosopher Heraclitus wrote “the only thing constant is change” and in New York City that could not be more true. As White said “to a New Yorker the city is both changeless and changing” (48), and as I work to make my mark on this willful city, I am learning how to conform to its ever changing ways, while still striving to make it my own.
Here is New York: Now.
As I write this, I am sitting on the grass near the steps of Bethesda Fountain in Central Park, a drastically different image than White sweating in an overheated midtown hotel room. It is mid-October and aside from the light breeze it is unseasonably warm, hot even for this time of year. But the open air invites a pleasant counter, to those, like myself, who are over dressed for the heated temperatures. Around me clicking cameras, talking tourists, and the washing water of Bethesda Fountain combine in a cacophonous symphony, creating an almost harmonious sound of silence. Suddenly the soundless noise is broken by a jazzy trumpet players variation on Dave Brubeck’s “Take 5,” flooding the sound waves with swank and sophistication.
On my little blanket on the grass, I have secured myself a small space on this coveted island. I am secluded from the cities vibrations, yet feel the presence of the others that surround me, suddenly reminding me that I am a part of something greater. As White claimed you are never more than 18 inches away from some event in the city, and as I look around I notice tiny pockets of interaction occurring. To my right, on the hill across the path, three people bounce with agitation before starting a thai chi session. To my left, a man races up and down the stairs testing his endurance, while multiple photographers shoot pictures of their friends, loved ones, and customers on the steps beside him. So far, there have been three couples that have come to the fountain to take wedding photos and one professional ballerina posing under the arches. At the top of the steps, screaming and cheering bystanders encourage street performers to take on another show. Meanwhile along The Mall, vendors try to sell replicas of current and past celebrities and overprinted signs. All this occurs a mere 18 inches or so away, begging me to join, yet I remain affixed on my patch of grass. As White explains, “New York blends the gift of privacy with the excitement of participation” (22), an experience many New Yorkers engage in every day.
As if serendipity reigns in this metropolis I discover in my wallet a slightly faded five dollar bill. As someone who rarely carries cash in her wallet at all, I took this discovery as an order to understand what E.B. White described: “you always feel that either by shifting your location ten blocks or by reducing your fortune by five dollars you can experience rejuvenation” (25) he said. As I exited to the east side of the park I did in fact experience a rejuvenation of sorts. I was no longer a bystander, casually strewn amongst the trees, but an active participant, dodging cars, bikes, and pedestrians. The easy laid back energy of the park dwellers morphed into an electric and anticipatory buzz. And as I walked down Madison Avenue the glistening storefronts of legendary labels winked at me through the sparkling glass windows.
This is the beauty of New York. Its chameleon like tendencies allow you to go from the leafy canopies in Central Park to the steely chaotic city streets, and even as far as the shore lined sands of the Atlantic Ocean, by simply taking a few steps or a short subway ride. It is safe to say that no other city in the world provides this vast an experience in such a close and well organized proximity. “New York must hold a steady, irresistible charm” (54) White wrote, and that charm is evident in the city’s continuous efforts to reawaken the souls of its citizens.
In today’s New York, it is common for every New Yorker to have their place of solace. For some it’s Yoga for the People on St. Marks Place in the East Village or a trip to SoulCycle. For those residing in lower manhattan it might be a short bike ride along the pier, while for those uptown it could be a quiet lunch on the bench outside of Bakersfield Market or coffee at The Hungarian Pastry Shop. Whatever it is, every New Yorker has their place, their “thing” that they do to regain equilibrium. It is one of the great joys of a New Yorker to have a moment to regain stability and revisit their place of sanctuary. This process of rejuvenation, rebalance, and resilience is what New York and it’s inhabitants run on. In a place that is constantly reconstructing itself it can be easy to lose your sense of identity making it vital to acquire a place of refuge.
Many New Yorkers identify themselves by their neighborhood, and the construction of the city allows each neighborhood to take on its own identity and practice it’s own beliefs. “Each area is a city within a city within a city….” White wrote, “so complete is each neighborhood, and so strong the sense of neighborhood, that many a New Yorker spends a lifetime within the confines of an area smaller than a country village” (35-36). Although the demographics in each neighborhood have somewhat changed since White’s time, the tradition of each district having a distinct reputation remains the same. Aspiring actors work in the chic eateries of the Meatpacking District and Chelsea and then retire to their homes in Brooklyn or Alphabet City. Brioni clad business men taxi down to the Financial District and return each night to their manicured homes on the Upper East Side. While the Chinese in Chinatown have expanded their borders since White’s time, they are still a close knit community and are friendly neighbors to the Italians in Little Italy. And of course, the unavoidable chaos of Times Square and the Theatre District remains one of the most cliché and loathsome stereotypes of all Manhattan neighborhoods. Each niche harvests a distinct demographic, making the city as a whole a melting pot of diversity, innovation, and opportunity.
However, what’s more than the difference between citizens of each neighborhood is the distinction between what White describes as “the three New Yorks.” For White there is “the New York of the man or woman who was born here,” “the New York of the commuter,” and most importantly “the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.” “Of these three trembling cities,” White writes, “the greatest is the last- the city of final destination, the city that is a goal” (26).
I am a member of the third New York and can attest to the assertion of New York City being the end game, the goal met, the dream come true. For those who were born here, the privilege of New York was simply a birthright, the benefit of chance. For the commuter, their experience is something more akin to that of a tourist. New York to them is a place to visit, a nice place for a good meal or a quick show at the theatre, but far too busy, far too energetic to live in. But for me, and for my fellow dreamers and doers, New York City is the symbol of success. Being a “New Yorker” is a label we take willingly, an identity we display proudly, a sign we wear that says “I made it!”
One of the most interesting paradoxes of the city is that each member of the third New York came with the expectation of gaining what New York was, however, with each new person the experience of the city changes. We are the reason New York evolves, we infiltrate the alterations. As White exclaims; “the city is like poetry: it compresses all life, all races and breeds, into a small island and adds music and the accompaniment of internal engines. The island of Manhattan is without any doubt the greatest human concentrate on earth, the poem whose magic is comprehensible to millions of permanent residents but whose full meaning will always remain elusive” (29).
New York City allows a gentleman to walk into his favourite French bistro on Avenue B and talk to the waiter in his native tongue, acting as if he is at his own kitchen table. New York allows families to sell frogs and exotic fish in Chinatown making residents feel as though they are at a market in Shanghai. New York allows Eastern Europeans to fill themselves with perogies and borsch in the East Village and Mexicans to eat freshly fried churros in Morningside Heights. “The collision and intermingling of these millions of foreign-born people representing so many races and creeds make New York a permanent exhibit of the phenomenon of one world” (47), White said, and it is that weaving of cultures that have made New York such an intricate and elaborately fabricated metropolis.
Many have said that New York can barely keep up with itself. But one of the beauties of the city is its ever evolving composition that allows for each person to have their own unique, cosmopolitan experience. Being a member of the third New York is like getting an invitation to an elite and secret society. It shows you have done something to prove you’re worthy of being here. And members of this exclusive group choose to stay no matter how hard, lonely, or uncomfortable it becomes. “…the city is uncomfortable and inconvenient;” White said, “but New Yorkers temperamentally do not crave comfort and convenience- if they did they would live somewhere else” (53).
New York City offers its residents a daily test of tenacity. It constantly challenges your abilities, your strength, and your desire to succeed in such an impossible place. Back in 1999, Roger Angell wrote an introduction for E.B. White’s 100th birthday printing of “Here is New York” and in it he wrote; “this is a city that still calls to its “young worshipful beginners”…. it has never been more difficult or expensive for them to hang on here but they would not be anywhere else, not for the world” (15). Today, with both the competition and fluctuating economy of the 21st century, that difficulty could not be more relevant. However, the grit of those “young worshipful beginners” (38) is an everlasting wick, that would take the exhale of a dragon to blow out. New York is a choice we make. As John Updike explains; “ the true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.”
In the popular HBO drama “Sex and the City” the protagonist, Carrie Bradshaw, once said; “when I first moved to New York and was totally broke, sometimes I’d buy Vogue instead of dinner. I felt it fed me more.” That is the reality of the third New York and the New Yorker who will stop at nothing to obtain experiences and immerse him/herself within Manhattan. The need not for nourishment, but for fulfillment. As White describes it, “New York hardly gave me a living…but it sustained me” (38). New York allows you to simultaneously fall in love for the first time and the last. By providing you with samples of varying unexpected experiences you are constantly introduced to new love, while at the same time, the legacy and tradition of the city sustains your initial infatuation.
There is still a longing for the “old” New York, White’s New York, but the beauty of the city is that through the years remnants of times before remain. Today, Fifth Avenue is littered with commercial storefronts, but as you make your way to the corner of 57th Street you are reminded of the bountiful bustle of Holly Golightly peering gracefully in the window of Tiffany’s. So many aspects of the bygone city remain, that by walking down just one street you can be placed within three different decades at once. As White describes, “[New York] carries on its lapel the unexpungable odor of the long past, so that no matter where you sit in New York you feel the vibrations of great times and tall deeds, of queer people and events and undertakings” (19). A trip to the Upper East Side (Lexington Candy Shop, 83rd and Lexington Avenue) will take you through a time capsule to an old style diner, where you can have handcrafted milkshakes and syrup malted sodas. A little further down you can have a single malt on the rocks and feel the tensions of prohibition and the seduction of speakeasies in The Oak Room at The Plaza Hotel. And in the villages downtown, you are constantly reminded of history. On the east side, a step into the sticker covered and dimmed 315 Bowery reminds you of the vibrations of the rock and roll era. Even though this building has been converted into a clothing store, the energies of the old music venue, CBGB’s, remains. Likewise, a trip to the west side can take you on an experimental journey to the bygone era of apothecary’s at C.O. Bigelow.
New York is a conglomerate so equally segregated, by old and new, race, culture, and tradition that no one thing stands out, or in a different light gets lost among the crowd. White exclaimed, “New York is not a capital city- it’s not a national capital or a state capital. But it is by way of becoming the capital of the world” (55), and since his time the prominence of New York City has generated even more impact. White’s assertion was especially apparent after the tragedies of 9/11. During those events, New York proved itself to be the most resilient, united, and determined city in the world, and since then has become an even more desirable destination. While some, White included, thought that the interruption of planes could end the island, it fought in deterrence of making that statement true, and won the heady battle.
Every New Yorker comes to the city with eager anticipation, expectation, and a thirst for adventure. Discovering New York is like unwrapping your presents on Christmas morning. Within this city, there is an energy unparalleled by any other contemporary metropolis. Paris, London, Los Angeles, and Toronto are all wonderful cities in their own right, but none quite live up to the enigmatic vivacity of New York. There is no simpler metaphor for New York nowadays than falling in love. With such eloquence, White showed us New York by both complementing and criticizing it, engaging us in his complicated relationship with the city. Like any sustainable alliance, every New Yorker has it’s ups and downs, but they continue to hold on. We are not being pushed away so much as we are being constantly asked if we want to stay. Even through all the pitfalls and indiscretions this city throws at us, we choose to hold on, to work harder, and if we’re crazy enough to dream bigger. This is the magnificence of Manhattan.
Within this concrete jungle, lambs are challenged to become lions, while at the same time are constantly given the tools to be inspired and aspire to rise up again and again. For White, the city symbolizes “a steady reaching for the sun” (56). New York is an unsolvable riddle with an irresistible rhyme. It preys on the weak, captures the willing, and intrigues the curious, unfailing in its efforts to provide an incomparable experience. Although this city can feel daunting at times, it sustains eager minds, fulfills arduous aims, and fills you in on the secrets of its well oiled enterprise.
In an ancient love letter, Ludwig van Beethoven wrote to his beloved, “Ever mine. Ever thine. Ever ours,” a scripture so relevant to today’s New Yorker. New York City cannot be experienced without the experiences of others. You are a part of a cosmopolitan conglomerate of characters all trying to make Manhattan their own. But the beauty of New York is that it allows you to own a piece of it. It readily shares itself to those of us, crazy enough, to believe we deserve to take it. New York City, it’s the dream come true.
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There is a notion that the newsroom is a chaotic environment, littered with caffeinated reporters furiously typing and fedora topped editors barking into the phone. Though frantic it’s a romantic image but is far from reality.
Take away those ringing phone sand the crunching clamor of keys, lay to rest the floating newspaper clippings, and in their place, put stylistically engineered workspaces, pigmented with accents of red for today’s quintessential newsroom. This is The New York Times newsroom.
The building, located in the midst of frenzied Midtown, stands, a seemingly pores vessel, waiting to receive information.
Its floor to ceiling windows lend insiders a view of the stirring city, while its interior windows allow staffers to peer into a lush serenity garden.
In fact, the windows, like the writers, too have a story. They are the company’s symbol of transparency. A literal image, writers can see out and onlookers can see in, as well as a promise for journalistic integrity.
Although located in the one of the busiest Manhattan neighborhoods, the Times seems to have found a way to distance itself from the fray. A glance outside does not halt you with a brick wall, like most city windows do, but instead holds a careful distance from the masses surrounding it.
It floats among the other structures, and at its center, the newsroom captures a sense of quiet and calm.
So while visions of that frantic newsroom may not materialize, an air of romanticism remains. The energy is neither black nor white, but rather a productive and harmonious gray; a structure ready to produce “All the News That’s Fit to Print.”
25 year old girl taking to a friend on the Uptown Q train.
“people with bad train manners are just bad people.”
Older woman waiting at the Westbound, Crosstown 14A bustop at 14th Street and University Place.
“You know someone today called me a mean old bitch. And I mean, I don’t think I’m mean, and well technically I’m a bitch, but old. That’s what got me. I mean, do I look old?…And she was no spring chichen either. A mean young bitch. That would have been better.”
In New York City, sign language has a whole new meaning as citizens try to bring awareness to climate change and other environmental issues through expressive signage at the People’s Climate March.
On Saturday, September 21st, over 100 world leaders and tens of thousands of global citizens gathered together in New York City to march in advocation of climate change. Among them were an array of colourful, creative, and provocative signs, adding insight to the record breaking event.
“There is No Planet B” one sign read, held by a modest gentleman who was walking towards the crowd, eager to join the fray. A young boy had an artistically crafted sign which simply read “Let’s Save Our Planet,” hanging from his neck as he and his mother waited on the sidewalk. The creator of the sign, Samantha Lobis, mother and marcher in the People’s Climate March event said “It’s important for me to take my son so he can start a movement of being an activist and it’s important for me, for him to learn that if you find that something is important that you need to take a stand.”
Among the assemblage of marchers, a great range of generations and demographics were in attendance. However, a prominent demographic, and a popular sign holder, were not the many pro-active parents, but rather their aspiring activist children. Another young boy, proudly sat on his fathers shoulders holding a sign that read “No Big Factories, Except for the Lego Factory.”
It was interesting to see how many of the signs, like the aforementioned Lego one, or another which read “We Are Groot,” an allusion to the Marvel Comics superhero, tailored towards children. After all, it is their world the marchers are fighting for.
One Columbia student, who asked not to be named, said that she, like many of the adults there, was marching for the youth and the next generation. “I mean, they’re too young to realize the impact of climate change, so hopefully they’ll learn from this, and know that on this day, we made history,” she said.
Alongside the youth oriented messages, were also an array of signs which catered to the current generation of aspiring world leaders. Young adults, familiar with pop culture and social media, held up signs which read “YOLO,” one of the O’s displayed as a globe, “earth needs more likes,” in reference to Facebook, “Sequel to Frozen: Melted!” an ode to the popular Disney movie, and “Mermaids Oppose to Offshore Drilling,” speaking to the “mermaids are real” phenomenon.
Jessica Shohfi, a volunteer at the march, was handing out some of the organizations designed signs, which read “People’s Climate March” on one side and “I’m marching for…” on the other, giving marchers the ability to write who or what they were advocating for. “I think it is a universal problem and it’s probably going to overshadow every other social problem in the next 10 to 20 years” Shohfi stated.
Many celebrities were also in attendance adding stardom to the signage. Derek Blasberg, editor at large at Harper’s Bazaar, wrote an article on the weekends events, as well as posted pictures on his instagram account, one with the caption “Global Warming is not hot” and another with models Cameron Russell, Andreea Diddy, and Jessica Hart who all wore “Walk With Me” stickers.
The People’s Climate March organization whose website promotes “Action. Not Words.” were rewarded with both, as citizens from around the world gathered together making both a visual and historical impact through their actions, words, and signs.
Middle aged, local New Yorker walks onto the Uptown 1 train, with no A/C.
“just pretend you’re on the beach.”
Male dancer speaking to another dancer as they warm up before a Gaga class at Mark Morris Dance Group, Brooklyn, New York.
>”involuntarily. yes. my dad want’s me to” (in reference to another profession)
>> “Ok. Voluntarily what’s your interest?”
>”trying to feel as alive as possible.”