Sub City New York

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It's been years since I've lived in New York City, however I find this visual poem (by Sarah Klein) a potent tribute to anyone who delights in finding the wonder in the most commonplace of journeys.


Sub City New York from sarah klein on Vimeo.



It's a short film - a visual poem - about that moment in New York when you emerge from the subway and find yourself in a new and sometimes unexpected world. 
A film by Sarah Klein and Tom Mason
Concept by Jennifer McClory
Music by Erik Satie

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