New York City has a sneaky way of getting inside of you. If you’re not careful — which most of us aren’t — it will sweep you away like a tortuous sometimes-lover, the one everyone has been intimate with, but no one can really belong to. Even so, we obsess. NYC’s vastly different boroughs, intricate neighborhoods, and complex personalities (often radiating from every street corner) have the ability to breathe life into us, while simultaneously leaving us as lonely as an autumn leaf fluttering into a damp gutter. Just as soon as the city presents itself to us, it sneaks away…and we are stuck, starting over.
“I was enthralled by the bedlam of the place — girls in love with girls, boys with boys, two boys in love with one girl who was in love with P. The beds were strewn with sex toys, and no one ever slept. That galaxy has now imploded. So has the Murray Street crew — guys skateboarding in CK briefs and feather boas through the living room, girls scratching on the turntables. G. and B. are in jail now. I loved both of them, but I haven't written either one a letter.”
Join Jardine Libaire as she takes us on a walking tour of her New York City. From excitement to loneliness, she masterfully intertwines her path through the streets with her path in life, love and the pursuit of her self….
— Alexandra Godfrey