As years go by, September 11 has always been a day that people stand shoulder-to-shoulder in mourning. The downfall of the US economy, the hunt and the death of Bin Laden… 12 years later, I have the opportunity to see the scene of this tragic attack.
Like a Google search engine, one of the most used platform on the World Wide Web, establishing its own unique identity almost entirely on a cache of global personalities. You don’t have to be born and raised in New York to be a true “New Yorker”. Welcome to New York City.
New York City is what it is: over-familiar, hackneyed, with a plentiful of yellow taxis and high-rise tapered-top buildings, hot-dog carts and steam rising from below the streets, brownstone terraced houses and outdoor fire escapes on most multiple-story residential buildings. A little soiled, a little dramatic.
The moment Liza Minnelli’s sequin dress sprinkled lights onto the stage, spotlight plopped, her voice shone, “Start spreadin’ the news, I’m leaving today“. Her pixie cut charmed. Her high cheekbones flared, “If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere.” – New York. New York.