Although Chicago has it’s obvious drawbacks this time of year, I can’t help but love the city vibe that much more. There is something magical that comes over downtown in the winter months, a feeling you just don’t get in the summer when everyone deserts the loop early to go play on Lake Michigan and at Castaways. In the winter, there is a hustle, an unspoken belonging shared with the strangers around you. Something saying, “We are all in this together, this self-inflicted torture we are subjecting ourselves to – ya, that thing call ‘f*#king cold’ – well, we are doing it together, God dammit!” To get myself through, I get a good coat. Case and point.
Photos by Jennifer Coffey