Growing up in rural “New England” USA, in the 1970s, I was always fascinated by images of cities I saw in the newspaper or on television. Every building was so different, and there were so many people. I’m sure many would have traded for my life of quiet reading and bicycling alone in the woods, but there was a dream, that with so many people, there might be a few more like me. In rural New England, there were zero.
As I moved through elementary school, and university, I took a deep interest in building and landscape architecture, and how it affected the people inhabiting spaces. When I was finally able to start spending time in New York City, during many college-age visits in the ‘80s, I w...