Fairytale of New York - by Enzo Iriarte

Fairytale of New York - by Enzo Iriarte


I suppose that is the thing about New York. It is always a little more than you had hoped for. Each day there, is so definitely a new day. "Now we'll start over," it seems to say every morning, "and come on, let's hurry like anything."   



London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it. There is excitement ever running its streets. Each day, as you go out, you feel the little nervous quiver that is yours when you sit in the theatre just before the curtain rises.

Other places may give you a sweet and soothing sense of level; but in New York there is always the feeling of "Something's going to happen." It isn't peace. But, you know, you do get used to peace, and so quickly.

And you never get used to New York.


Photos by Enzo Iriarte. Follow his visual journey on Instagram here.

Words from "My Home Town", an essay from 1928 by American poet Dorothy Parker.


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