ATTACHE MOI 55
How to capture a moment that has not yet happened?
How to feel something that has existed but in dreams?
There is a place in the city where green trees and red bricks meet. There is a street in Manhattan where grand churches and hotels fight. There is a lane downtown of concrete paved till Hudson, blue. The street 55, carrying over its lobbies and jewelleries the sheer luxury of bygone women’s scented trail.
A choreography drawn on silver dust, 55 is the metaphor of a love quest; the sheer expression of a spiral, inspired, vertical tension. Clouds dance and reel: a silky ballet of sultry-white flowers whence jasmine accents spring like rays of golden light against a sky of dark notes.
I can still hear your high heels on the pavement
and picture the diamonds 'round your neck
and 'twixt your fingers one of your thin cigarettes.
I can still follow you through crowds and silence, through East and West, through up
and
downtown
and catch a glimpse of your scent in the linen of my sheets.
For there is a street in Manhattan which I know and which you knew and where we knew each other, You and I.
”One way, westbound, two miles long, and sixty feet across, 55th Street was born just over 200 years ago, asone of the 141 original streets of Manhattan's famous grid. A ribbon of glass, steel, brick, stone and asphalt that glitters brightly after dark.” Guy Lesser
ATTACHE MOI 55 is a celebration of all things 55th street. As it is. As it was. As it could be.
ALL FILMS SHOT AND DIRECTED BY ERINN SPRINGER