"We had been driving all night, surviving on post sunrise bagels and cappuccinos from some small town off the highway in New Jersey. Although we looked hungover, a second wind infected all of us. And all at once we caught sight of it on the horizon through the traffic of the interstate between the Autumn hills: the concrete jungle. Born to Run was blaring as Manhattan burned pure gold in the morning sun, everyone incapable of saying anything but "look at it, look at it, it's so beautiful." Our eyes were tired, our bodies cramped and tangled in the mess of blankets, our hair mussed, but we were explosive, beaming from the inside out, all smiles and hushed laughter and knowing looks of IT'S ALL HAPPENING tattooed across our faces. Dawn never felt so liberating."
-NO SLEEP TILL BROOKLYN / Rachel Bushong / October 2014