Tuesday, March 13, 2012

A City Without Makeup

West Chelsea

"There's a moment as the sky grows dark each day over Manhattan when the lights from the streets and buildings is equal in luminescence to the fading light in the sky. It's a fleeting second, but all at once everything has the same dull sickly glow. It's the city after the sun's cleansing brightness and before the evening's artificial sparkle. It's simply a city without any makeup."
Josh Kilmer-Purcell, I Am Not Myself These Days

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