NYC: Sony Cybershot 0 - Shitty MDA 42

Wow, it was fucking cold when I shot these. It was so cold that my 400 dollar brand new Sony Cybershot refused to work the entire trip and I was forced to rock my shitty 1.2mp mda. I got in on Weds at around 8. Took the tunnel in to midtown. Dropped the goods off at the hotel and meandered about the seven or eight blocks I called home( really just the surrounding eight blocks near the helmsley on 42nd and lex). I fell the fuck asleep and woke up to a mild morning. Breakfast was at Pax's( right next door and hella reasonable) then took the 6 to soho to check on the haps in the heart of the streetwear devil. I stole some shit from some big name joints, I bought some shit at some lesser name spots and ate some dope food afterwards. Then I scooted up to the Bronx(bx baby, what?) and copped retarded og kicks from Jew Mans and a few shops on Treemont. Then came Harlem. I love Harlem. I wanna move to 125th and Cherry. I wanna move there and speak Spanish everyday till I forget English. i wanna eat arroz con pollo and pork sandwiches till my stomach is used to nothing else. i wanna dance salsa and bboy every night till my doctor says I can't. I wanna live in Spanish Harlem.

Man, I dug being home. NYC just feels like the center of the world. When you stomp the pavement you can feel the history in every step and the fleeting sand of your own personal hour glass slipping steadily away. Stepping out on the streets of NYC is like mixing it up with the world's top 1%. Fuck LA. I said it. FUCK LA. LA is new money to NYC's blue blood. Man, even driving up to Queens on the FDR screams history and oozes nostalgia for a time I've only read about in history books. To think that wars were fought about the city and every inch of paved street holds volumes of memories under their cracking asphalt just fucks my head up. I mean, to drive UNDER the Helmsley building on Park Ave is to step back in time. Just peeping the light fixtures dating well back into the 20's just bugged me out. If you've never been, you'll never understand.

Then came the trip to CT to see some hold friends and burried memories. I hit up my old stomping grounds( Sartorious Sports) and saw my old friend Gordon. He's dope. I popped some pics of Ali's grave and some funny ass anti sb kicks from Consolidated. Then I stayed in the Hilton in Shelton(place is dope) and talked with some people at Healthnet about possible enployment in NYC. we'll see what that yeilds. Then I woke up and drove to the city. I stopped at mad spots and did retarded fresh shit. I did notice that everyone is dipped in fresh kicks in NYC. Even old ass corporate goons and gap kids alike. It was dope to catch other cats rocking og prokeds and giving props for having butter steps. I cought some Ready to Rock cats busking under Grand Central and kicked it for a minute dicussing bboy shit. Then came the MTA adventure. I rode the r, 4, 6, 7, and ACE lines up and down the city just to soak in what I was really missing about the city: the different cultures repping their blocks. It was dope. Well, I'm tired and I have to shit so: fuck off.