It's officially a year -- my one year anniversary of moving to Brooklyn. I remember rolling into the city at this time last year, hauling my belongings up 5 flights of stairs, staring out at the Manhattan skyline and wondering what was to come. The city felt large, foreign, glamorous, and I was intimidated, anxious for the jobs I would have, and the people I would meet.
With each month comes a new opportunity, and each opportunity coupled with a hardship -- it seems to be the way here. The beginning of a beautiful relationship photographing for Taproot magazine, working at Saveur Magazine, my lovely job making pies at Four and Twenty Blackbirds, the photographing with Vanessa Rees that started it all, have been accompanied with a forced move in the middle of winter, a few challenging relationships, the frustration that comes with sharing such a small space with so many people, and then the dynamic love/hate that is shared amongst most. Here, as you're waiting an hour for the train, wondering why on earth you live here, you arrive and share the best meal of your life, pass music in the streets, lively bars, meeting people along the way, and find yourself wondering how you could ever leave.
With each month has also come a different visitor, and friends visiting from afar has been a saving grace. The fast pace and hectic lifestyle, gets broken up, and I experience the city as a tourist, reminded to try out new places to eat, and photograph along the way. Most of these photos are of visiting friends and family. Sweet Aiesha coming from Virginia, visits from my closest friend Melissa comprising some of my favorite memories here, my brother and his lady partner staying for the holidays, sharing pie with a dear friend from Providence and then the enchanted visit from Milla -- somebody who I had not previously met in the tangible world before, but now consider to be one of my closest friends.
I've learned so much.