Accidental symmetry, courtesy of the FDR
Sometimes the best photos aren’t planned — they’re lucky stumbles at 40 mph, framed by tinted windows and half a Negroni buzz.
This one landed just right on a ride back to the hotel after a night of food, poetry, and cocktails in the East Village. The city blurs past, but somehow the lights across the river caught still and sharp. I’m pretty sure that’s Long Island City in the distance — bathed in that moody, sodium-and-skyglow that only NYC does quite like this.
This was a smartphone grab. No planning. No retakes. Just a reminder that even through fingerprinted glass and motion blur, sometimes the city composes itself for you.