I was 13 when I visited New York for the first time. A holiday with the family that has remained in a corner of my heart, waiting for the most opportune moment to come back and knock. And, here was the desire to touch that ground once again, the desire to immerse myself once again in that part of the world. My brother and I left together for two weeks hiking from north to south, from the Bronx to Coney Island. Two weeks of incredible bliss trying to capture the essence of that magical place that has remained my dream for years. New York, for me, is one of those places where you feel at home, where, after a couple of days, it is as though you have lived for years in those streets and between the skyscrapers. New York is a place where you feel at the center of the world yet at the same time completely alone. This is a collection of some shots taken through years and who knows, maybe new ones will be added soon.