I don't think I've ever been quite so eager for the arrival of the weekend. Attempting to commute this week after Hurricane Sandy was a comedy of errors. On Wednesday I sat on a bus for five and a half hours straight, for a journey that usually takes 45 minutes. By the time I arrived at work it was near time to pack up and head back home. The following day a few workmates and I tried hailing taxi cabs for an hour before giving up and walking from Time Square to the East Village. With power outages affecting most of lower Manhattan we walked through the eerie pitch black streets before wandering into a candle lit dive bar where we warmed our selves with cheap well whiskey.
These photographs were taken in our very first week in New York. It seems like an age ago now, back when the weather was warm, the subways were running and I still had my trusty pair of rose tinted glasses.