Drone fine art photograph — aerial photography by Xynn Tii

Dear New Yorkers,

For what you are about to witness, you are welcome. Yes, I know the anticipation of blossoming flowers, picnics, and inhumane temperatures of spring and summer have been on your mind like, erryday. So here is visual flavor for your salivation.

Anyone who knows me understands very well that I would take snow angels over white sand without hesitation. But when it comes to quality time with Dinero, that greenery nestled between Manhattan concrete really gets us off. Why, hello Chelsea.

So relax your thawed phalanges. We are speaking the same language. I can vibe with your anti-cold campaign. But seriously, this past winter was sooo mediocre, do not complain. Instead, be grateful that Boston took on every storm for us this season.

Sincerely,
Xynn Tii



Can’t stop, won’t stop. Series 50. Lady Liberty. Dinero and company.

Central Park and Midtown in the summer does feed our aerial souls.



TriBeCa. Was this really the place one would go to score back in the day?

Would never have guessed, considering it is now the most expensive hood.



Tudor City in the morning. A sideways horizontal photograph. Yes, get into it.

The backside of those sunrise shadows at Upper East Side. Utter foolishness.



Tudor City in the morning. A sideways horizontal photograph. Yes, get into it.

The backside of those sunrise shadows at Upper East Side. Utter foolishness.



FiDi, as viewed from Stuyvesant Town. Blurred lens with a tilt shift.

An architectural stairway from Gramercy to Midtown. Ugh, the depth.



New Jersey. Exchange Place. Cloudy dusk on downtown Manhattan.

Prolific vantages. Meatpacking District. West Village. Hudson Yards.



Summertime Magic

Perhaps this can be blamed on Childish Gambino, but I am ashamed of myself. To speak highly of a season other than winter is very out-of-character and I no longer recognize who I have become. “You feel like summertime. You took this heart of mine.”

Or maybe it was that recent assignment in Bahamas that has me in these feelings. But then again, there was no time for a sun tan because we were editing nonstop at the hotel. Wait, did I just say “sun tan”? Oh my goodness. Montana, Idaho, please forgive me.

No, it is definitely these two beautiful native New Yorkers who have me jumping on the humidity bandwagon. Can you say sweet sixteen? Okay, I am no longer in denial. Bring on the warmer temps for more moments like these. Ehle and Oni, what’s good?