Walking alone is a rather tricky ordeal. It can ensnare you, captivate your emotions and lead you to unbefitting places (like pretty stores who claim to be on sale and intriguing irish pubs). Sometimes it's magical enough to make you feel like a bewitched puppet on a string. You enchantingly beckon to every step laid out for you by an invisible being, each step closer to an adventure. But as you progress deeper into your walk, you'll find yourself sinking into the heart of things. Slowly your rose colored glasses will fall off and you'll see places for what they are. You'll smell the real, you'll touch the real, you'll walk into the truth and feel the undying and captivating essence of neighborhoods and cities.
I've been having a number of walks the past few days and I've been trying my best to document it all. You see people here are not photo addicts like most Filipinos, so me walking around pointing my camera at everything is not very common. But hey, it's not like they know me right? Go forth and be brave! It's so easy to be anonymous here (and I find that alluringly beautiful.)
My sister watched a film at the Tribeca Film Festival. I badly wanted to watch but there were no more tickets, so I decided to gallop around Chelsea for two and half hours, alone.
Apparently I walked the wrong way and ended up in an extremely boring side of Chelsea.
I think not.
My future school.
The difference between RIGHT and WRONG.
And day turned to night.
Pretty cool bar display
I met up with my sister again and we ended up going to a jazz bar.
(I've always wanted to go to one in NYC.)
Arthur's Tavern in New York City
57 Grove Street, New York NY, 10014
This is water compared to San Miguel Beer. (I never realized how strong Filipino beer really is)
This in contrast, is a suburban walk in downtown Englewood.