Most people are puzzled by my belief that skyscrapers are romantic. However, there is a stipulation to this claim: it must be nighttime. When the buildings are slightly illuminated and the streets are washed clean of suits, it's the closest I can get to the feeling of standing next to an ocean, while living in a large, congested city.
Secondly, and more importantly, I adore parks. Whenever I go to New York, I always find a new one to marvel at. I find that the city's parks are the best place to seek solace from the busy streets.
I remember in university when I bought a black and white poster of this famous scene from Central Park called The Literary Walk and The Mall. I pinned the poster on my dorm room wall way before I had ever even travelled to New York. While I've visited Central Park on my previous trips, I had never really looked for it.
This time, I told Stef that I wanted to check it out. When we finally found the spot, I felt like I had walked into the painting, albeit in colour. The enormous elm trees are the main attraction. They weave and bend in a way that is storybook-like and provide a hazy sheltered backdrop to the path. The latter end of The Mall is called The Literary Walk because it features four statues of famous writers and the area is often used when filming movies. There was nothing like walking through this path and watching the tiny leaves from the trees dance in the air. Even with my terrible allergies, I enjoyed every minute.
This week's Not A Model mantra is as follows, "The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself."Henry Miller
Now go take a closer look.