After a few years of living in New York, my view of the city changed.

The desire to immerse myself in the maelstrom of this metropolis had ceased. I began to be struck by the silence in the midst of chaos, the mysterious and sensual light of the winters and those small glimpses of life without so much movement and lack of control. For me New York had become another city. Everything was yet to be discovered in this city of infinite possibilities, but for me it had already become the city of nostalgia.