When I think of New York, it’s hard to imagine it without its urban landscape. Sprawling buildings, brick fortresses, stained with ages of soot and cultural storylines. The buildings are as much New York as a sturdy Brooklyn accent, as a greasy slice of pie. As the world rapidly evolves around them, the giants are stoic, unchanging, just getting more handsome and distinguished with age.

Here are some final photographs from New York City.

by bobbyhundreds