My relationship with New York is no surprise. I spent entire 20s there pretty much and loved every bit. New York is partially responsible for who I am today. It’s gritty, crazy, congested, and downright beautiful. I took this photo in 2011 in the East Village at Mar’s Bar (which is permanently closed), by a photographer was in the bar. I like this shot because it’s raw and real. No one is posed, and we all seem to be in our own little worlds. Everything about this photo is different, but it just works. This was a time in my life where I was trying to figure out who I wanted to be and what path I needed to take. It’s never a bad idea for some self-reflection.