Layover in Chicago


I’m on my way to Austin for a quick weekend for photo shoots but currently on a layover in Chicago. As soon as I walked off the plane I could see my breath, the cold pinching at my cheeks, colder weather than New York right now. I will always love this city, how it was my home for a brief time in my twenties. Rebuilding myself after a break-up by doing hot yoga six floors up, 35 days in a row and watching the sun light dim on brick buildings across the street, a train car braking close by on Chicago avenue. Chicago will always be the city where I put myself back together from scratch with park days and opera concerts in Millennium park and late nights from the 42nd floor of where I lived, the whole world tiny and sparkling and new. This city is a place for good and beautiful things