1) IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY:
survival

2) WHAT WOULD DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Valerie

3) WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
Bel air

4) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
who’s laughing now 

5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
the edge of glory

6) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
little bird

7)WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS think OF YOU?
stronger than i was 

8) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
miss jackson

9) WHAT IS 2+2?
It wasnt me 

10) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOU BEST FRIENDS?
Kiss me

11)WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
vegas lights

12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
rhyme or reason

13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BECOME WHEN YOU GROW UP?
bad guy

14) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Cola

15) WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
without you

16) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
deep sea river

17) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY ON YOUR FUNERAL?
hot in herre

18) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
this

19) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
someones

20) WHAT IS THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
DNA

21) HOW WILL YOU DIE?
jar of hearts

22) WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
two fingers

23) WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Drunk in love

24) WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Headlights

25) WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Teardrop

26) WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Jealousy

27) DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
To know him is to love him 

28) I YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
loca people

29) WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Earthquake

30) WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
life goes on 

New York in the 1980’s
These pictures by Richard Sandler capture the essence and atmosphere of 1980’s New York. The New York my mother longed for when she was a little girl. I never shared her fascination with this city, I could never understand the difference between this bustling city and the other rushed cities of the world, but looking at these pictures I can see the undeniable uniqueness and attraction of this urban scene that is so different from the place she and I grew up. From the frantic steps of the bankers to the anticipation in the woman’s eyes as she tries to get into studio 54. There really is a magic that has been lost in time. Looking into these capsules of time I find myself wishing for the first time that I could go to the New York that was.
My mother never made it to New York. She planned a trip right to her deathbed. Maybe this is a blessing, the magic of 1980’s New York might have been lost to her if she had ever got there. 
 now her love of this city will live on forever. New York in the 1980’s
These pictures by Richard Sandler capture the essence and atmosphere of 1980’s New York. The New York my mother longed for when she was a little girl. I never shared her fascination with this city, I could never understand the difference between this bustling city and the other rushed cities of the world, but looking at these pictures I can see the undeniable uniqueness and attraction of this urban scene that is so different from the place she and I grew up. From the frantic steps of the bankers to the anticipation in the woman’s eyes as she tries to get into studio 54. There really is a magic that has been lost in time. Looking into these capsules of time I find myself wishing for the first time that I could go to the New York that was.
My mother never made it to New York. She planned a trip right to her deathbed. Maybe this is a blessing, the magic of 1980’s New York might have been lost to her if she had ever got there. 
 now her love of this city will live on forever.

New York in the 1980’s

These pictures by Richard Sandler capture the essence and atmosphere of 1980’s New York. The New York my mother longed for when she was a little girl. I never shared her fascination with this city, I could never understand the difference between this bustling city and the other rushed cities of the world, but looking at these pictures I can see the undeniable uniqueness and attraction of this urban scene that is so different from the place she and I grew up. From the frantic steps of the bankers to the anticipation in the woman’s eyes as she tries to get into studio 54. There really is a magic that has been lost in time. Looking into these capsules of time I find myself wishing for the first time that I could go to the New York that was.

My mother never made it to New York. She planned a trip right to her deathbed. Maybe this is a blessing, the magic of 1980’s New York might have been lost to her if she had ever got there. 

 now her love of this city will live on forever.