New York, NYC, the Big Apple. It’s a city that goes by many names. None of which I ever used while growing up in its canyons of steel and glass. To me, and everyone I knew who lived there, it was always just the city – a colloquialism that would later confuse the friends I met at college (“Wait, what city?”). The photographs in this collection span more years than any other collection of my images dating back to a warm spring day when my camera and I ditched high school for opening day at the old Yankee Stadium in 1989. Although I no longer reside there, I return often to make new images of its never ending transformation.