New York, I love you
today I rewatched New York, I love you
such a great thing. so smart and funny and sad and funny again.
starting from the first novel you want to be there, be a part of it. and this feeling gets stronger with every next story. I didn't have this feeling when I watched Paris, je t'aime. it was a nice one. but it touched me in a different way. let's say in a geographic one. I know both Paris and New York well enough to recognise the streets and the spirits of different parts of those megalopolises. so in this sense I enjoyed the Paris film too. but I haven't felt Paris to be my city. but I do so about New York. I felt good there. I felt there at home. so these weird and cute and sad stories make me think: who could I be in there? where is my place? which one of those stories is about me?
I loved that city the moment I stepped out of the train at the grand central station. and then we walked out. it was already dark, around 9 in the evening, but the streets were so full. and the expression on peoples' faces - that's what was striking. they all were hurrying as if it's a rush hour and they have to get somewhere extremely fast. but they have that all the time. for the next four days I was walking in the city and looking at peoples' faces. it's a part of sight seeing. and it's not right to say, that it's like in Moscow there. it's completely different. the only similarity is the average velocity of pedestrians. people in big cities walk fast. that's the only thing that makes big cities alike. this is something I'm used to. something I miss sometimes.
but New York has so much more then just fast moving people. I want to feel it again one day. and I want to share it with someone whom I don't have to explain those things. who senses the same way. if I don't have this someone I rather go there alone. if I go one day again.
p.s.
now I'm so sorry I didn't write a diary back then. a hand made travel book. would be such a pleasure to read it over and over...
such a great thing. so smart and funny and sad and funny again.
starting from the first novel you want to be there, be a part of it. and this feeling gets stronger with every next story. I didn't have this feeling when I watched Paris, je t'aime. it was a nice one. but it touched me in a different way. let's say in a geographic one. I know both Paris and New York well enough to recognise the streets and the spirits of different parts of those megalopolises. so in this sense I enjoyed the Paris film too. but I haven't felt Paris to be my city. but I do so about New York. I felt good there. I felt there at home. so these weird and cute and sad stories make me think: who could I be in there? where is my place? which one of those stories is about me?
I loved that city the moment I stepped out of the train at the grand central station. and then we walked out. it was already dark, around 9 in the evening, but the streets were so full. and the expression on peoples' faces - that's what was striking. they all were hurrying as if it's a rush hour and they have to get somewhere extremely fast. but they have that all the time. for the next four days I was walking in the city and looking at peoples' faces. it's a part of sight seeing. and it's not right to say, that it's like in Moscow there. it's completely different. the only similarity is the average velocity of pedestrians. people in big cities walk fast. that's the only thing that makes big cities alike. this is something I'm used to. something I miss sometimes.
but New York has so much more then just fast moving people. I want to feel it again one day. and I want to share it with someone whom I don't have to explain those things. who senses the same way. if I don't have this someone I rather go there alone. if I go one day again.
p.s.
now I'm so sorry I didn't write a diary back then. a hand made travel book. would be such a pleasure to read it over and over...