At this point I had been in New York City for over 4 weeks. I visited and toured areas like Flatbush and Williamsburg in Brooklyn and even made my way to Coney Island but I hadn't set foot on the westside of Central Park. I was staying in Harlem so I simply took the C train to 81st St. and walked across Central Park eventually entering the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the largest museum in the United States and host of the famous Met Gala. I walked up the crowded steps of this magnificent wonderland, payed 2 dollars and got lost in history. Just some iPhone pictures:
My last few days in New York were whining down but there were a few parts of Manhattan that I hadn't reached yet. A friend working in Nolita recommended that were venture Chinatown after she got off work. I had these preconception of Chinatown from others that often discussed the smells, weird food, and angry Chinese elders that usually charged you more if you didn't look like them. I was ready to take on this little cultural enclave and of course I had both my digital and film camera by my side. I present you with CHINATOWN, a mini collection of Chinatown's color, people and culture through my eyes.