To a non-New Yorker, the difference between Soho and Greenpoint may not be that obvious, but when I go to this Manhattan neighborhood, I do feel feel a bit out of place. I mean, I love to see all the pretty girls in their upper class short skirts (unfortunately not pictured), but it still feels like a different planet. Here’s some random shots from the hip.
i like the bicyclist. orange top, green tires – you can’t make that up!
I-)