citylikeyou — My Favorite Wall — New York by Aaron Graubart

New York / Place

My favorite wall in New York. The wall outside St Patrick’s old cathedral on Mulberry Street in Manhattan. It changes with the light, so beautiful. It was also in the movie “The Pope Of Greenwich Village” and that’s just plain cool.

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My Favorite Wall, 260 Mulberry Street, New York, United States

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Current city: New York

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Aaron Graubart is an award winning still life and food photographer based in New York City. Born and raised in London, Aaron studied painting at the Sir John Cass School of Art and later photography at the London College of Communication. He has been creating beautiful, graphic, powerful images for advertising and editorial clients for more than a decade. A passion for the history and language of painting often informs and influences his work, however a love for all things contemporary, graphic, powerful and photographic keeps his work firmly rooted in the present. Aaron lives in Brooklyn with his 14 guitars, two blue bicycles and his beloved 1972 Triumph Bonneville.

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