It’s vibrant, loud, and cosmopolitan.
Spring green, golden summer, and blue autumn skies all rolled into one.
A Fauve painting: Matisse’s Dance made flesh.
Gershwin’s Blue Rhapsody interlaced with Ella Fitzgerald’s Summertime.
The zest of an icy margarita cut through by the aroma of pepperoni pizza.
In-your-face fire, but laid-back cool.
It’s a combination that’s overwhelming and thrilling. It's totally foreign yet a lot like home. It’s the energy and confidence of London but in fast-forward mode.
This is the assault on the senses that is New York, is Flushing Meadows, is the U.S. Open.
It is one of the biggest tennis events in the world: The charismatic one, the loud one, the icing-on-the-cake one that brings the year’s Slams to a fitting conclusion.