Adrift in the busy fluidity that runs between the towering built environment on the island. Wheels and feet, the mobile hordes. An occasional slap of pigeon wing in liftoff.
I found myself shooting into dry cleaners’ windows, layering lines of shirts with reflected city streets on the windows. The swift and packed business of renewing dress clothes to their desired glory.
But alas, it’ll take another few attempts in that vein to really nail it. In the mean time we’ve got the Manhattan-style underground parking garage. And that’s that.
More days to come.