My New York

A tribute to the city that never explains itself.

This collage pulls from the subway tile, the deli signage, the skyline, the transit ephemera, and the everyday transactions that actually make up a New York day. Zabar's coffee in red script. The 23rd Street mosaic. An F train pulling through with passengers framed in the windows. The MetroCard. Fire escapes climbing the left edge like the city's own nervous system. Coffee, fare, concrete, and noise.

At the center is the Chrysler Building, inked in black and white and rising through the middle of the piece the same way it rises through the skyline. Art Deco ambition surrounded by the working machinery that keeps the place running. Part travel poster. Part transit map. Part love letter to a city that was never built for tourists.

Hand-cut from vintage postcards, architectural illustration, transit ephemera, and found imagery, then reproduced to preserve every rip, shadow, and imperfect edge. Printed on heavyweight paper with a smooth matte finish that keeps the focus on texture, grit, and analog attitude. No frame included.

Made for transplants, subway riders, coffee-line regulars, and anyone who knows the real New York is the one you stand in line for.