Two years ago as a first year student, I had yet to experience a moment of intellectual frustration.
The idea of neighborhood in Venice is so important that they even have their own name for them: sestieri.
When I graduated, I could not wait to leave my hometown.
As you wander past the crowd of food vendors, carts line the sidewalks, pedestrians push their way through the cracks of a human wall that extends to Roosevelt Ave and past 74th St. Suddenly, the sweet scent of corn and slightly charred carne asada infiltrate your nasal passages.
Once a distant relative of Williamsburg and Dumbo, Fort Greene has recently joined the ranks of young and trendy Brooklyn neighborhoods.
Havana is a city of grand aesthetic paradoxes. Life among destruction—that is the visual story Havana tells.
Often the five boroughs are presented as a unified place, when in actuality the cultures and atmospheres of the boroughs are so different from one another that they might as well run on different clocks.