New York City. Photo by Vivienne Gucwa, via
The last time I was there was in September of last year… the month this little blog was born.
It was just before I fell really hard in love with photography and capturing life with a lens. And also just before I really discovered my own sense of style (blogging really helped me out with that, interestingly).
And now… now I dream of going back there, armed with my camera and a little more confidence. Heck, you wanna know what I REALLY dream of? A tiny little pre-war apartment on a tree-lined street of the Upper East Side, with scuffed wood floors and a little desk by a window with sunlight streaming in.
You know what’s funny? Just to the left of my desk here at home is a window, and outside that window is the brick wall of our neighbor’s house. That’s all you see when you look out: brick. And, oddly, it’s always been my favorite thing about this room. Because brick reminds me of New York (remember our dining room?). And sometimes, I pretend like I’m in that little NYC apartment that I know I’ll have one day, and I pretend like that brick outside my window is just the building next door.
It’ll happen one day. But for now, it’s nice to dream. :)