New York is a masterpiece of postmodernity. New York disorientates, it never sleeps, it rushes by without stopping, chasing its souls. Each subway stop reveals the many faces of a city where the foreign minorities have become the majority. New York is the capital of the empire, it dominates the fascinating worlds of art, advertising, publishing, highbrow cinema. In this paradoxical city without industries, everything is conceived, produced, launched and exported on a worldwide scale. “Many of the wonderful things you can do in New York are free” says a friend who lives here. As Tom Wolfe cites, this is a city which lays its foundations on emotions: walking through Central Park, browsing in the flea markets in Union Square or getting on the ferry which sails to Staten Island every half hour, are emotions which don't cost a single cent.
