NYC / by Cyrus Moussavi

Always hard to come back from these trips. Particularly when you're leaving Trinidad and landing in NYC just in time for the snow to thaw and uncover the winter's accumulation of garbage, feces, and crushed dead mice on the sidewalk. It's been grey, and I've spent a lot of time taking photos of the dystopian landscape surrounding my Bushwick sublet. America feels strange and somewhat menacing when I look at it through my Trini friends' eyes. 

Brooklyn housing. #nyc #brooklyn #architecture

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Beautiful #nyc. #Trinidad I miss you!!!!! #rawmusicblues #brooklyn #architecture

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Iglesia de Dios Pentecostal Church, Brooklyn #nyc #architecture #hope #brooklyn

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Springtime in Brooklyn. #nyc #brooklyn #architecture

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Brooklyn bus tours. #brooklyn #mta #nyc #panopticon

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Utica Ave. Why am I even here. #brooklyn #wandering #architecture #nyc

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love at BK Botanic Garden #nyc #brooklyn #love

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Starting a food blog. Add yr friends. #food #art #organic

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But it's not all bad. The footage from Trinidad is crazy. My PBS style interviews and DGainz' rap style shooting is a jarring and beautiful combination.  I felt a closer attachment to Trinidad than I have most other places I've been, and I still jam the soca hits on grey mornings.  Plus NYC record stores sometimes have surprising collections of the old calypso classics, and my record collection has become stranger and more upbeat over the last few weeks. Movies, music, books, art, they counterbalance the human must and winter grime that smothers Brooklyn. And the sun is coming out.