You see this man standing here in awe of Grand Central Station? We don’t know him, but we’ve been him. A tiny human standing still, out of sync with the city’s beat. Mesmerized by the beauty of buildings like this one, the few left standing, he keeps his feet grounded to a floor that holds a trillion stories. Treasure this, America. We beg.
Took my photographer to New York City this past weekend. Sampled a few delicious items at Chelsea Market, walked the High Line, indulged at Mario Batali’s Babbo, snacked at The Pennsy, and, once again, took a few minutes to admire Grand Central Station.
For a Jersey girl, sometimes it’s hard to believe the ease of hopping onto a NJ Transit train bound for New York City. There is a whole other world above those crowded steps of Penn Station, a world so significantly different than suburbia. It screams my name. It begs me to explore. It keeps me coming back for more. There is only one man I have to thank for this love. His… Read More