Whiskey Flavored Imagination
I stepped off the bus and immediately the smell of sewage and exhaust fumes struck my nostrils. Light from advertisements and storefronts splashed across the pavement, I was walking through neon puddles, the city came to life through sound. The rasp of the bus’s hydraulics, the hum of Times Square from a distance, voices from somewhere and nowhere.
In New York City at 5:30 AM, every block, every face brimmed with potential. And that was the mission, to capture as much of it as I could. I took a couple shots with my phone, but this was definitely Salvador’s playground.
New York is the bar that you forget you have to leave, where you just keep buying rounds. I had to close my tab, but I vowed to come back