I used to think this feeling lived just beneath the surface. Something only a few of us noticed but never quite put into words. The more time I spend with people who love this city the way I do, the more I realize it isn’t rare at all. We’re the ones who still look up. Who notice when the light catches a cornice just right, or when an old cast iron column peeks through scaffolding, reminding you what was there first. The ones who feel a subtle ache as another glass tower rise

There was a time when I was a yes girl. Flying through time zones, crossing state lines...

New York City used to feel like ours. Lately, it feels like it’s being rebranded in real time...