The first time I went to New York City was fall of 2015. I decided that it was dirty, exhausting, and in no way worth the hype. After returning to Chicago I caught an itch to return, in March 2016 my gracious aunt invited me to town and I became addicted to the city. Between the beginning of March and the end of April I had a friend offer me a place to live in Brooklyn and decided that I needed to feed the fire. In June I'll be moving to New York to start an entirely new chapter of my life.
These images are from a week of long walks, hazy nights, new friends, and barely being awake.