These grainy monochrome photos show New York City in the twenties.
My twenties, rather than theirs.
A few months ago, it looked as though I’d be taking a bite out of the Big Apple again this week and in anticipation, I dug out these golden oldies. Yes, youngsters, these were actual prints rather than digital images. Whatever next, my school notes on slate? Travel via horse and cart? Woolly mammoth for breakfast?
Oh, and by the way, they’re black and white because of a phase I was going through. I’m not that old…