In 1986 I traveled to New York with my father to check out NYU. I had been accepted there and at Berklee College of Music and set out for the East coast to spend a week in Manhattan and Boston in order to make a decision. In New York we rented an apartment in the Village (long before Air B&B was a thing). I did love the raw, Mean Streets-like feel to the city in the mid-80s. Some of that gritty texture was caught in these photos that my dad and I took.