I love to wander the streets with a camera in my hand.
It’s my favourite way to get to know a new place. It helps me to spot the details I wouldn’t otherwise notice, it lets me go down streets that might not lead anywhere, and it’s free. What’s not to love?
Of course, some places are more fun to photograph than others.
Unlike the rest of Manhattan, Greenwich Village hasn’t given in to the bustle, hurry or grid-shaped progress of the rest of New York.
Don’t get me wrong, none of those things are bad – it’s just that sometimes, it’s nice to experience a bit of change, a bit of unpredictability… And that’s definitely something I discovered in Greenwich Village.
This is the kind of area I love: artsy, quirky, bohemian, full of little independent shops, cafes spilling their tables out onto the street… The sort of place that used to be home to all kinds of interesting and impoverished artists, until it became so fashionably hipster that the impoverished artists could no longer afford to live there.
It’s a place for sitting in coffee shops, trying delicious foods at independent markets, or simply wandering through the streets of beautiful brownstones.
Unlike further uptown, here the architecture is simple and elegant, and time seems to move at least a little more slowly.
It’s an area with a strong sense of history and culture: this is where the American Gay Rights Movement kicked off in a big way; there are murals on walls and garage doors; the more upmarket streets expensive art shops and independent stores that ooze design class.
If I could live anywhere in New York, it would be here.