NYC

If there is anyplace that holds a candle to LA, its its rival—NYC. This is a photo of my dorm where I lived for two years as I got my Masters degree in cultural anthropology. I miss the buzz of the city as well as the buzz of this bustling and bubbling dorm. Always open, always friendly, and never alone. This place felt like a microcosm of NYC. It seemed like everywhere you turned another language was spoken, another idea was being made manifest, and the elevators were always overcrowded. This was my New York City, contained in 17 floors owned by the university, where I lived rent free for a year like a pauper. The irony: it was located directly across the street from the Federal Reserve