A very, very long time ago, a great American once said to his people, “all men deserved the rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”. How true these words ring in the urbanized jungle that is New York City.
A place of vibrant defiance, and of sly, shy, sad and witty exuberance, New York is home to a spectacular street life that is the perfect compliment of extreme self awareness and complacent nonchalance. Quite possibly the only place on earth that allows you to join the words grimy, industrial and romantic in the same sentence, determining New York’s beauty is an impossibility.
No one single feature or residents’ story defines The City more so than the next. It is the combination of distinct physical presence, and passionate sentiment that equals New York’s raw organicity, ensuring that it never be confused with anywhere else in the world.
It is also this juxtaposition that offers up the opportunity for amazing commentary on the water towers of New York.
They promise a slither of seduction of The City’s landscape, if all you do, is look up. Truly a rustic, turn of the century nod to convenience and practicality, it is the outer beauty and craftsmanship of these structures which stand tall on almost every New York building, that draws you in. Each proudly shows off a distinct style, and wounds, from a battered life.
Telling a separate story, much like the scurrying characters and performers who inhabit New York.
A perfect complement to New Yorks’ masculinity, it’s the inner strength and resilience of these organic structures that leaves a lasting impression – each one spending a lifetime aiding and driving its users own pursuits, of life, liberty & happiness.
© 2026 Darren Martin