Let’s Talk About Miami.

Original essay written for Aileen Zeigen’s Masters of Architecture thesis: Invisible Cities. Aileen is not only one of the most talented human beings I know but has also been my friend for over 12 years and my family for life. I feel so honored to have been chosen to participate in this project.

Invisible Cities: Miami

If I had to boil Waves to a single sentence it would be “se habla ingles.” There is no greater truth than that previous statement: people in Waves speak English. They also speak Spanish, French, Russian, Portuguese and pretty much any other language and dialect you can fathom. Although Waves is geographically located in the south of the United States I would dare say that this city is an ocean drop that contains a grain of salt from every part of the world.

Waves’ architecture is a direct reflection of this idea. One could say that its’ white buildings with blue windows represent the ocean and the sky, which is how most people arrive to this city. Because the thing is that throughout the years, Waves has become the landing strip for anyone who is craving a new adventure.

Even though Waves is one of the youngest most modern cities in the world, those who have developed it have made sure it maintains its authenticity. Here you can find neighborhoods like Miami Beach, which is over one hundred years old just minutes away from neighborhoods like Wynwood which barely a decade young. The best part is that they fit together in perfect harmony. I guess Waves really respects its elders.

As cities evolve they seem to earn a reputation for what they provide for the people who visit them. Paris promises you love, New York promises you that if you can make it there you can make it anywhere but Waves just wants the best for everyone. When you arrive here it welcomes you with open arms and its ocean views urge you to stay. It treats everyone who lands here as an equally important grain of salt that is essential to this ocean drop donde se habla ingles.

Let’s Talk About New York Part II.

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About a month ago I wrote a little blog post about my perception of New York City. Many readers may agree or disagree with what I had to say but I am sure everyone found at least one bit of truth to the argument I proposed. Now I know that living in New York is not a universal experience that everyone can relate to, but in order to better explain myself I decided to write a second blog post where I explain my view of New York by comparing it to a man. Here it goes:

New York City is that shitty boyfriend you’re so crazy about that you never manage to leave him. And if you ever do leave him you always keep him in the back of your mind wondering why things never worked out. You endure it’s shitty winter, pay it’s overpriced rent and make yourself feel better by telling yourself that all of these sacrifices will be worth it when you finally get to live the life you always envisioned yourself living with him. Except most of the time your shitty boyfriend just stays shitty forever and even though you secretly know that you are wasting spending your youth working towards nothing you still convince yourself to stay a little bit longer to see if things change.

The curious thing is that leaving him never seems to cross your mind. You are simply never willing to give up on this city/man’s potential of giving you everything you ever dreamed of. You know no one else will provide you with the thrills, exhilaration and amount of extreme emotions as he will. The thought of giving him up to pursue a conventional life sounds as logical as giving up you Louboutin stilettos for Nike Trainers (event though Louboutins hurt the hell out of your feet.) Its like leaving James Dean for an accountant who wears khakis. Its the eternal promise that one day this man will treat you right and give you everything he promised you that makes you stay.

So once again I repeat: New York is like a really shitty boyfriend. Its difficult and most times the negatives outweigh the positives, but you are so completely blinded by love you decide to overlook all of them. And that kind of passion is really hard to replicate.