Article by May Levy

Walking up Bowery past the ballroom in New York’s historic Lower East Side near Delancey, I notice the scents in the air. Fresh soup, the scent of cooking vegetables, a wafting aroma of peanuts from a vendors cart. The sounds of a million swirling activities fill the horizon. Everything seems so intrinsically connected yet so distant, like so much else in this city. Cyclists and bus vie for roadway, children shout and play in a nearby park, and a ferry horn toots in the background.

This is an ordinary for Lower Manhattan, the hustle and bustle is mind-boggling. It’s like this every day. An untold amount of eyeballs view the billboards, hundreds of travelers contribute steady foot traffic equaling business validating the massive rent for the locale.

Everyone want’s a piece of New York. Living in the “City” has been a remarkable growing experience. As an art student, I am amazed to be in the epicenter of the whirlwind, the eye of the storm. There are always 100 things to do at once. The dynamics are always crossing over and creating a spastic karma, which seems to affect the temperature of the city at large, almost as if it has a personality of its own.

When Ask a New Yorker.com Founder, and co-writer Kennedy Moore, an infamous marketing genius talks about his own experiences in the big apple living in Sunnyside, you can hear the seasoned calmness in Moore’s voice, this is a New Yorker. A breed we see walking down Fifth Avenue clutching a Gucci satchel or a Prada purse and heading into a taxi in a fluff of cigarette and car exhaust smog. A glamorous opinionated smart-aleky guy who knows the secrets to all the the answers to the world’s desires and questions. The answer is love.