aftermath: times square nye wreckage, a photo series

I decided to walk to the corporate apartment this afternoon. In part, out of impatience, but also because the light snow felt: good, appropriate. After dropping the key at valet, I turned back down 42nd and found myself looping towards 44th- an attempt to avoid the mess of tourists. A strange thing, or perhaps expected: a littering of confetti around the perimeter of Times Square. No where within the neighborhood did collections of remnants remain, only on the outskirts. Moistened by the weather, a few workers attempted to sweep outside of Brasserie 44 and the Cornell Club. I tucked myself into the office.