S. Sloan MacLeod is a Copywriter at Rethink and a multidisciplinary artist. They’re either a Renaissance man, or a Jack-of-all-trades, depending on how you look at it.

New York City, 2018


This summer, before returning to the hellscape of post-secondary education, I’m spending a month in Montréal and a month in Toronto. While I’m living in Montréal, I thought it might be nice to dip away for a couple days to New York– a city that feels very far from my hometown of Vancouver, but only a hop, skip, and a throw (or an 8 hour bus ride, such as it was) away from Montréal. My longtime friend (and current roommate, shouts out to him for hooking me up with a spare room in he and his friends’ place) Charles was down to join me, so we set about planning our lil weekend away.

Charles had never been, but I’ve been to New York once before. I was 14 years old and was flown to the city for two days to be on Anderson Cooper’s now cancelled daytime talk show during the height of the ICONIC Slut Shaming and Why It’s Wrong‘s viral popularity. That was… an odd time in my life. It was interesting to be back in the city at a completely different age, for a completely different reason, with a completely different mindset.

When I was 14 and had never really been anywhere yet, safe for Disneyland a couple times with my family, the city seemed to slap me in the face with its bright lights and busy streets and hustle. Even having grown up in a city, New York seems to have the effect of making you feel like a bright-eyed naive little ant in The Big City for the first time. New York City (pop. 8.5 million) is admittedly not on the same scale as Vancouver (pop. 3.4 million, if you count Greater Vancouver), but I’ve gotten some travelling under my belt since I was last here, including to other global cities. I expected to be less star-struck, and I was, but I was instead struck by how weirdly similar I felt being in New York as being in London. Not because they are particularly similar (they aren’t), but just because both have so much history, factual and fictional.

It’s amazing the amount of places you know in London and New York without knowing them. Charles and I walked through Central Park to the Metropolitan, and found ourselves almost by accident on 5th Avenue. We know 5th Avenue, of course, we’ve heard about it, but didn’t realize we would actually, like, be on it. It wasn’t part of our plan. It was just a place we knew without knowing. In London, my sister and I freaked out when we realized we were on Fleet Street (and kept an eye out for any barbers over restaurants, haha).

New York is no mere location for stories that take place there, it’s its own character. So it was interesting getting to know a place I sort of already knew, like meeting a favourite actor or something.

5:00AM, Coffee, Times Square.
top: beautiful architecture | bottom: me at the High Line
left: work by Adrian Piper | right: Central Park views
top: trying to decide if I’m more of a Blair or a Serena… Before realizing that I am, in fact, a Dan. smh. | bottom: Manhattan views from the Brooklyn Bridge
We saw this amazing display in the entryway of Galeria Melissa so OBVIOUSLY had to go into the store, only to find this whole iridescent star walkthrough installation. I truly died and went to heaven.
left: I shrieked so much at all the beautiful furniture in Cappellini that one of the workers gave me their paper catalogue for my pinboard, lol. | upper right: pretty building | lower right: Charles, Central Park
left: goober | middle: goober #2 | right: goober at Joe’s Shanghai
right: grumpy Charles | right: pretty buildings
work by Adrian Piper in MoMA that hit me like a ton of bricks and made me stop in my tracks
good ass architecture, me on the ferry
The upper right photo of a mirror piece by Adrian Piper is interestingly juxtaposed here with beautiful store displays… Am I making some kind of point about capitalism? We will never know…
right: me successfully being #EXTRA on the Met steps | middle: plaque by Jenny Holzer (whose work I love so fucking much) | right: me unsuccessfully attempting to be #EXTRA on the Met steps
by Joan Jonas– VERY relevant to my interests (e.g. shiny things)
upper left: Philip Guston | lower left: pre-vaporwave a e s t h e t i c s by Giorgio de Chirico | right: Charlie
good ass buildings and a GOOD ASS HOLOGRAPHIC ART GALLERY that I HIGHLY RECOMMEND GOING TO IF YOU ARE IN NYC
top: me at the High Line | middle: Josef Albers– I have a similar print to this one in my bedroom, I really like Josef Albers | bottom: me on the Brooklyn Bridge
René Magritte– tag urself I’m the dude w the club
left: dying at the Galeria Melissa display | right: soft serve from Milkbar
my aura, as seen at Magic Jewelry. I’m very happy to be so purple, my favourite colour~