A rose is known as much for its armor as its beauty, and, despite seeming delicate, landscape designers choose roses for their hardiness. Through this ornamentation, Rem Koolhaas' statement “Architecture is Manhattan’s new religion'' is made manifest as roses are laid at the bases of the ʻtemples.ʻ The new buildings continue to represent a cliched symbol of power. To subvert that power, I approach them as a fool. Instead of being directed and delimited by the rosebush barricades I thrust myself and my camera into them, and through them I see the city and its citizens bathed in red and pink, a spectacle that is replicated in the electric lights of the city at dark.