During the pandemic, I was basically stuck within walking distance of my apartment in Queens for months. Once I got vaccinated and felt comfortable riding the subway again, I started going back into the city.
I'd never gone that long without going to Manhattan -- I'd been commuting five days a week for over 15 years -- so it was definitely surreal to emerge from the 7 train into Grand Central and see that everything was, in fact, still there.
The city looked the same yet felt strangely new. As I reconnected with the streets I had once moved through daily, I found myself drawn to the little stubborn holdouts that had weathered massive change.
In a city deeply scarred by the early days of COVID, these structures offered a quiet kind of comfort. Their endurance became a powerful visual reminder of the resilience and grit of previous generations of New Yorkers, which I hope to capture in this series of photographs.
the hangover
a passing fancy
driving a wedge between us
little red riding hood
three's company
broadway belles
still here
taking a seat
one more peep
bagels & locks
from head to toe
sandwiched
on the bowery
seeing you in a new light
give it a rest
getting on like a house on fire
plastics
experience ny now
a lot going on
taken to the cleaners
twins!
a fish out of water
when the novelty wears off
checking out
getting dunked on
