New York City

Mean Streets


There is this unexplainable nostalgic, 1970's, Mean Streets aura that the city of New York has that really cant be seen in any other city. As you talk to a lot of old heads, the city has changed so much in the past 30 years, it is basically unrecognizable. If you are walking around the Lower East Side and look at the scene at eye level, it looks like a new born city. Once you tilt your eyes upward towards the sky and look at the architecture, the history of NYC still stands deep in those walls of the buildings.

I started off on 11th street and made my way down to the Lower East Side later on into the night. There was this billiard bar on 11th street that I always used to pass my first summer in NYC and loved the ambience and the way the lights looked at night.

And of course, the infamous Va$htie DJ spot on Thursday nights and the only reason why I know what Webster Hall is. 


I started to drift deeper into the lower numbers, ran into a chicken wings spot for a quick pit stop. I'm sure if you've made your way around this region, you can name a lot of these places. The famous Katz's Delicatessen, Goodfellas Pizza joint, etc.

LES, I thank you.

The Warriors


This is one of the first Thanksgiving's by myself in a new city and no family members close by. It felt bittersweet but their was a good deep feeling I had about it. 61 degrees, sun was out, one of those days where you could hear every bird in the city while the streets were clear. The city empties out around the holidays and feels a bit liberating. 

Next thing I knew, I was on the Q train heading to Coney Island. And I started off on the beach.

It has been about 6 months since I've seen any type of nature (water, grass, sand, anything). It felt amazing to get away from the concrete jungle for a little. 

I made my way back to the deck near the park and started to imagine all the laughter and great times this park has brought since 1903. I began to think about all the families and memories this park holds for millions across the country and the world.

One of the greatest days of my New York experience and I will be heading back there soon once the snow does it's magic this winter.

Coney, I thank you.




The extension of Manhattan that holds the most culture that these buildings walls could ever have seen. From the Renaissance to the riots, so much history of this area can never be told in a short blog post. I lived on 143rd and broadway when I first officially moved up to New York City, and there is something about it I miss everyday. Legends call Harlem home and its a part of the city that people have seen the most change. You'll always hear that "Harlem is not like it used to be, it's changed so much." Some say it is for the bad, some say it's for the good; but in all, hopefully it can be a place I call home again. 

Harlem, I thank you.