Los Angeles may be a city, but the feeling of the concrete mass around you pales in comparison to that of New York City. Sometimes it feels like the thing to do should be to climb the walls in an attempt to get over this man made atmosphere looming overhead.
After my first extended term in the city, I took a trip to Brooklyn with my sister (who has a tumblr). She equated the feeling of exiting the subway to having a bowl lifted from over your head. I loved the comparison and have since used it many times (apologies if one of those times was here). While I once had to leave the city to get that feeling, after moving into my apartment I had much closer access to the same relief. I could now simply walk up a couple flights of stairs to my roof (the highest roof for blocks) and have a clear view of the New York City skyline and Brooklyn. Standing above the city generates a feeling that is incomparable to that found anywhere else. It is as if there is a city above the city, a near empty world that one can abandon the muddle of Manhattan for. It is a sanctuary hiding in plain sight.
This feeling is what I thought of when looking through the photos of Antonella Moltini. Not just the pictures of the roof in which the reference is more over, but also those below which emulate the essence of escape.
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