About two years ago, something like that, I remember having coffee with my brother and sister-in law at their place and talking about doing a trip to NY together. The idea kicked the bucket when we started talking about money, and of course; time. That night, after too much caffeine too late at night, I remember having a dream about running around the streets of New York with my brother.

There are no words that can describe the raw thrill of knowing that my brother is coming down to NY. I don’t even care what we do, just knowing we will be in the city together, walking from tourist attraction to restaurants to the next tourist attraction gives me that excitement of a dream about to come true.

 

My work here in NY has been fast paced, confusing and terrific all at the same time. The other day, when I hopped into a cab on my way to my next shoot, the cabbie mentioned that some streets were shut down. “why?” I asked. “Don’t you know? Its Columbus Day, and there’s a parade on 5th Avenue.”

So I arrive at my hotel, and there are floats and floats lined all the way down the street, with one massive balloon right in front of the building I’m supposed to shoot. Normally, I would have gone into the panic and stress that overcomes me when I can’t get my work done, but looking around at the awe-inspiring floats, and the tall buildings surrounding them, I remembered that soon, I will be sharing this city and all its surprises with my best friend.

So throughout the day, as the floats moved from the streets crossing 5th Avenue, I would speed up and down the stairs, almost breaking my legs, trying to get shots of the moments when the building had a clear composition.

I have pure excitement in knowing my brother Ivo is coming, and I also love my job... i guess enough to break my legs over.

After all “there is no better way to show your love than a set of broken legs”.