The building is kinda impressive. Lots of people take pictures of it as if to say Here I Am In New York. I've taken pictures of the building, but mostly at night when it becomes a mirrored disco ball of all the buildings around it. It's very pretty at night.
But no matter what time of day it is the river is always beautiful. It is a living painting. It sings lieder and poems in the spring and heavy metal when it rains and Motown whenever it damn feels like it and while the guy was taking a picture of a lot of glass and concrete he missed out on what really was happening.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.