I came to New York late; I was already past 30.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was younger I decided I'd hop on the train to New York.
I arrive in New York on October 15, 1975. On my own, by the way.
New York grabbed me too hard, as did adulthood.
I split my time between a small town in New Jersey and New York City.
I didn't actually begin photographing, or even visit New York, for the first time until I was 26.
I moved to New York when I was 21 or 22 as a graduate fellow.
I've been living, I've lived in New York since I was 18 years old and traveled pretty much all over the world.
I had just arrived in New York from California. I was nineteen years old and excited beyond belief. I was an art student and an acting student and behaved as most young actors did - meaning that there was no such thing as a good actor, 'cause you yourself hadn't shown up yet.
I got to New York when I was eighteen. I was knocking around, trying to be an actor, writer, musician, whatever happened.
I started coming up to New York at age 17. There was a girl I met over the summer somewhere; I was chasing her. I would drive up to D.C., where I had made some friends, which was about four hours away, and we would take the bus up to New York.