Picures from the Autumn in New York
New York wakes up in a freezing early autumn morning. The scent of moss mixes with the one of hot dog sellers on the streets. Zia Mame walks on Madison Avenue. In Downtown thousands of white collars run fast to their offices. Ground Zero stays silent and motionless in the contemplation of its memory. A speaker talks to the crowd. Workers raise cement cathedrals. Leafs fall down. But the city is alive. Memories of New York in fall.
THE CITY THAT NEVE SLEEPS
“It was the soul of the machine, the ethological epicentre, the planetary ground zero of their commercial energy. I could almost feel it, shivering down like bomb-blasted rivers of glass from these undreaming towers of dark and light invading the snow-dark sky.” Iain M. Banks
“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.” Tom Wolfe
Words by Federico Sigali
Pictures by Federico Sigali