Hello Vertigo. Do these times have you feeling on edge? See what I did there?
While everything is closed, Dinero and I are on an aerial staycation in Midtown.
No. New York and the stock market are not upside down. Unless we let it.
Taking a different approach. Film edit to match the grittiness of Manhattan.
Dinero flies from Vartan Park, Tudor City. Views of Turtle Bay, Kips Bay.
Constant construction amongst the pre-war concrete jungle. One Vanderbilt.
Hudson Yards backdropping for the Queen B that is Empire State Building.
Madison House in Nomad, neighboring Korea Town. MSG in the shadows.
Manhattan West and the rest of New York City continues to grow vertically.
New skyscrapers peaking above the clouds yet the rawness remains the same.
Changes
Markets playing tic-tac-toe for a correction while Black Monday is trending on Showtime. Hello Don Cheadle aka Space Jam 2. Meanwhile, Blue Apron finds a life line in the eleventh hour. Who knew a pandemic would lead to kitchen dates in U.S. households.
“Although I’m going through changes, don’t mean I’ve changed.” Sing it JB. Same goes for the changes our world must accept right now. If you did not know what WFH stood for before all of this, now you know. Ugh, I am feeling really sad for WeWork.
Bottom line, this too shall pass as it always does. Bubonic Plague. Spanish Flu. AIDS. Though, in order for it to subside without a soap opera finale, everyone just needs to chill and respect the cycle as well as each other’s health. Responsibility via accountability.