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  • where my brother Toby and I
    were both on the diving team. I
    was jumping on the board and I turned to Toby and said, ‘I can’t believe we were in New York City just yesterday!’ I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And I still think about the city that way. I suppose it’s a little bit like when you can’t believe that you don’t have to go
    to school anymore. It’s not like the city is without its flaws and faults; I mean, there are big problems. And it’s not the city that promises everything anymore, it can’t be. People don’t come to New York
    and live as a ballet dancer or an artist or a writer, or an engineer or an architect or a teacher – they can’t. I mean, they can’t [afford to] live in Brooklyn, you know? There
    is no place to pioneer anymore, 

    “The Relationship you can have with New York, its Uniqueness, hasn’t changed. It has a Sparkle

    When I Arrived In New York City In 1976, the first thing I did was audition for a play. Literally straight out of the van. My [step] father slid the Volkswagen bus
    door open and said, ‘See you later.’ We lived in Ohio and, because we couldn’t afford to fly to New York, we would drive. The route my parents took crossed over the George Washington Bridge, heading east into Manhattan, and about midway across, you could look south and see this view down the Hudson River with all of Manhattan laid before you, like someone had rolled it out. And we would always sing – I don’t know why because it makes no sense – ‘My Bonnie lies over the ocean / My Bonnie lies over the sea...’ I can’t really convey how sweeping and cinematic that moment was.”

    My Family And I Had Been To New York A Few Times because my [biological] father lived there, and it was always memorable. But I remember one summer, we came back home to Cincinnati and we were at my grandparents’ swim club,

    Top by Johanna Ortiz; jeans by Facetasm; earrings by Valentino; all shoes throughout by Sjp by Sarah Jessica Parker


    Words: Emma Sells. Fashion: Jessica Steuart. Photograph: Bruce Anderson

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