
virginia to new york city. a 2-hour drive, a 4.5-hour bus ride, and an hour of subways. rolled into town well after midnight, worried the old anxieties would catch up to me and relieved to realize i was better prepared to handle this city, this time around at least.


so far, it's actually been a quiet pace for a city that never slows down. brooklyn to manhattan and back again every day, seeing old friends and tagging along on adventures with new ones. a lot of time alone on the subway. it's strange how different the commute is out here, compared to san francisco. back home, a BART ride was a somewhat shared experience for me, connected to fellow passengers, always without headphones. out here, even in a packed car, it still feels lonely. disconnected. but then again, that is my connection to this city so i suppose it translates into the daily commute.

staying with friend and fellow photographer
bryan derballa, who has been my nyc guide now for a second time. a strange place never seems so scary with solid friends around.

scenes from a rooftop party, fader-style:





met up with brett nelson aka
sweet tooth nelson (see
SXSW post) - he rocks some serious tunes that got me through two days of driving home from colorado - and some of his friends. got to see the mirror room. it only lasted a half-hour at most, but it was a night i couldn't have seen coming:





and on to the next adventure.