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 friends I met at college (“Wait, what city?”) and pretty much everyone in California. The photographs in this collection span more years than any other collection of my images, with the oldest one dating back to a warm spring day in 1989 when my camera and I ditched high school for opening day at Yankee Stadium. Although I no longer reside in New York, I return often and continue to photograph its never ending transformation.