Concrete Jungle

At the age of 11, I went on a long weekend trip to ‘The Big Apple.’ Due to my age I was perhaps slightly too young to appreciate all that I was experiencing, but what did stand out to me was the colossal and daunting scale of the bustling city. 

Thousands of people crowded the broad pavements, with cars and yellow taxis crawling slowly through the city at gridlock. The murmured sound of American accents and frustrated vehicle horns filled the air with an occasional roaring vibration from the, equally as busy, underground tube system. As a child, i found it hard to see passed the backs of the many people who walked before me but the one direction, in which i could enjoy the view, was upwards. 

 In early October, the air was cold and, occasionally, accompanied with a frosty wind yet the sky above was bright, clear, and scattered with vast towering buildings in all different styles of architecture, that appeared to glisten in the shimmering sunlight. For me, one building stood out against its neighbours – The Chrysler Building.

Contrasting dramatically to its robust, mechanical like bordering buildings, the Chrysler stands tall and elegantly on the New York City skyline. Its delicate and intricate facade is enough to leave anyone in awe of its beauty, triggering a great appreciation for the men involved in its complex design and detailed construction. The building is a precious gem amongst, some what, box like monstrosities, which inhabit the city, and is perhaps the finest examples of Art Deco architecture of its time.