This summer I hit a rough patch with New York, in particular the prevalence of hipster culture and the exasperating disposition of the chronically unimpressed. I, for one, am constantly impressed - in awe really of the stupid little things in life that make any place, whether it be the quiet creaking of a porch in Missouri or the deafening hum of a Manhattan street corner - unique and worthy of attention. I was in class at the time and decided to spend the rest of the summer focusing on projects that said to hell with irony, to hell with being above it all, and instead grounded my vision of the city in all the things made the hot sticky months spectacular. To this end I made a sound walk of Washington Square Park and with it drew this map designed to be a child’s view of the park. I am embarrassed to say how long it took me to make it or just how much fun I got out of whipping out the Crayola’s but it made a lasting impact on the way I see that space. Even now as it starts to get colder, I can’t walk through that park with out thinking of this image or the sound of children’s laughter or the taste of an ice cream cone on a sweaty August day.