I detoured up Hudson early last Sunday afternoon, lingering on various corners to people watch and fantasize about real estate. Did you know that a modest one-bedroom will easily run you a million+ here?
Oh this city. She be crazy, but I love her.
(And yeah, Manhattan is totally a girl. Brooklyn is also female and the Bronx and Staten Island are definitely males. Not quite sure about Queens).
I happen to be one of those people who visualizes the days of the week as specific colors and feels tiny zings all over/on top of my skin when someone near me is eating or grooming while I'm sitting stationary. It's called Synesthesia. I never really talk about it, mostly because I never really think about it. Anyone else?.
Photos // March 2014 // Hudson St, between Morton & Jane