Posts tagged Black and White
A Vintage Ride on a Vintage Roller Coaster…Coney Island, Brooklyn (via Fashion Indie)
Worlds Colliding on 10th Avenue…Midtown West, NYC (via The Sartorialist)
Nabbed in mid-stride…Upper East Side, New York City, NY (photo by Susan Gross)
Photographing the street photographer…Upper West Side, Manhattan, NY (photo by Simon Garnier)
The Fashion Designer…New York City, NY (photo by Jr Delia)
Leopard Lady on the Brooklyn Bridge…East River, New York City, NY (photo by Steve Rosenbach)
Taking a break on a bench…Union Square, New York City, NY (photo by Erica McDonald)
Posing for the photographer…New York City, NY (photo by Mobolaji Dawodu)
Wife posing for her husband…Manhattan, New York (photo by Dinofa)
![lafuguedantoine:
“There are roughly three New Yorks.
There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and turbulence as natural and inevitable.
Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night.
Third, there is 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 the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high-strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from Italy to set up a small grocery store in a slum, or a young girl arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh eyes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company.”
— E.B. White, Here is New York
[photo via All Things Amazing, photographer unknown]
Via liquidnight](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lekj1qh0P81qzhl9eo1_400.jpg)
“There are roughly three New Yorks.
There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and turbulence as natural and inevitable.
Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night.
Third, there is 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 the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high-strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from Italy to set up a small grocery store in a slum, or a young girl arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh eyes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company.”
— E.B. White, Here is New York
[photo via All Things Amazing, photographer unknown]
Via liquidnight
