New Yorker / by Klara Landrat

I was in love with New York. I do not mean ‘love’ in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and never love anyone quite that way again. Joan Didion.

Wether you hail form the city or have just lived there you already know that it put a spell on you and you can’t deny it. The city has its power you can’t ignore and can’t escape it’s almost like you are forever doomed to miss it if you choose to live elsewhere such as me, at least for now. And you forget about the weather and the pace because you simple can’t not forgive for it has so much in its store. I remember quite clearly when Caleb Karr said that “New York is a city of multiple realities and partial comprehensions. “  and John Updike “they the true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding. One thing for certain you know you grasp that sense of belonging, sense of freedom, sense of life itself! 




From the photoshoot for a bag brand in NYC shit by Zack Ashley. 

I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house or something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it. Truman Capote.