A decade back, I lived in NYC for a couple of years; dirty it is not, at least not anymore; and most of the folks I encountered kept to themselves (like myself, as an introvert) or were friendly, and not in a disingenuously ingratiating manner.
NYC’s problem is a problem that afflicts most American cities; encroaching plutocracy. The soul gets ripped out, and in place of it, materialistic gloss and lots of nail salons (not that any of this was absent from NYC at any period, but there are degrees).
So sure, maybe the crime of Time Square needed to be eradicated, but in its place they’ve installed an anodyne Disney Land peppered with national chains that could be readily found in most any mall.
Character gets pushed aside, as small diverse storefronts and ma & pa joints fall to clean, capacious, glassy or marble facades announcing their upscale corporate ownership. More importantly, the flavor of the locals begins to increasingly meld more towards the vapid avaricious.
To be sure, NYC is immense, and parts still hold the grit and house the wonderful freaks. It remains one of the better joints to visit or, if you can afford it, live in. Yet, when a one bedroom in Bushwick starts demanding roughly US$2000 monthly, the spirit struggles; and the artists (dirty word) actually start fleeing to LA (if that’s not the sign of the apocalypse, I don’t know what is).
After NYC, spent more than four years in Asheville, NC; was curious about the small-town thing. There, I learned that I needed to be a) north of the Mason-Dixon, and b) surrounded by large buildings. Photographically, it would have been ideal had I been a nature lover; but then again, I’m the type of person who complained that Central Park was disruptively expansive…more concrete please.
And in Asheville, there are only so many streets along which to stroll. Still, the experience perhaps encouraged me to look even closer, the nooks and crannies, and to value the variety that light brings to the same trodden upon spot (yeah, I know, some of you have so much incredible intellect and will power that you don’t need no stinkin’ tiny town to teach ya’ a thing; God bless you).
Now in Chicago, where, for various reasons, I will stay put. But, as for past residences, I will particularly miss Tokyo, so remarkably vibrant and dynamic---and great camera stores!
But for me, street photography ain’t easy irrespective the city’s size, which makes short visits all the more challenging given the urgency to photograph within a limited timeframe. Even in NYC or Tokyo, I could walk around for an hour or more and come back with only one or two photos, both of them remarkably bad.