When I was a kid growing up in the 1950s, New York City’s eight million people made it the largest city in the world. New York for me was always Manhattan, even though I grew up in Queens, a largely residential borough across the East River from Manhattan, where my father was born a century ago. With skyscraping towers and urban energy, Manattan was the real New York.
Today, cities around the globe, including many in Asia, Africa or South America you’ve never heard of, are home to more people than New York, but no city captures News York’s cosmopolitan, creative energy attracting people from all over the world, a place alive with opportunity where the rich and famous can anonymously hobnob with their peers.
It is a city of skyscraper canyons where architecture confronts the senses and reality seems bigger than the sum of its parts. It is welcoming to those willing to play in the big leagues, its promise a constant temptation.
In detail and in overview it is a dynamic work of urban art, forever in the process of remaining current, a place to be enjoyed in living color.
Heading uptown on Madison Avenue.
The memorial arch outside of Brooklyn’s Prospect Park.
In the mid-20s, facing east. The Metropolitan Life Insurance Building tower, completed in 1899, adds an elegant spire to the skyline.