And yet, New York remains a world city. It is not the great
American city — that will always be Chicago. New York sits at the edge:
like Istanbul or Mumbai, it has a distinctive appeal that lies precisely
in its cantankerous relationship to the metropolitan territory beyond.
It looks outward, and is thus attractive to people who would
not feel comfortable further inland. It has never been American in the
way that Paris is French: New York has always been about something else
as well.
It will be a short and fleeting visit, but I can't wait to see home again. New York City, New Years Eve, here I come!
Photography by Andrew Hom.