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New York is unexpected, magical, crowded, dirty and gritty with treasures inhabiting every single borough and many of its streets. There are a million of unusual lives breathing through the grid and ready to be discovered. It's that special and legendary attraction to the city that captures and retains a certain type of character. One who exhales endurance and its rewarded with magical events, friendships and tales.

From the poorest to the richest, New York knows no difference. Anyone can become a New Yorker by adopting its state of mind. Such is the case of Michael Sullivan who moved to "the city" at a tender age. He grew up on 11th St. and 6th Avenue and lived with his parents until he "faded out" of (NYU) College and he moved into his loft on 27th St. and 6th Ave. He has lived in this loft since. He hardly ever leaves his neighborhood. In 1995 he started making robots out of barbie dolls and G.I. Joes -which he fishes out of the nearby flea market- with the purpose of making a film titled "The Sex life of Robots". After about 10 years of shooting he has 6 minutes of robot pornography scenes that are beautiful, intricate and amazing. His work is currently at the Museum of Sex in New York City, curiously located just a few blocks from his house. Michael's "The Sex life of Robots" was first seen at the Tribeca Film Festival a few years ago and the "Robots" have made several appearances in various people's films, yet his life story has never been exposed.

Mike's life, experiences and friendships are exceptional and rare. He is the quintessential New Yorker who has witnessed first hand the evolution of our pop culture scene since the 70's. From playing a main role in the classic cult film "Greaser's Palace" by underground filmmaker Robert Downey Sr. (father) to dressing up as a "Darth Vader" like roach for pal Debbie Harry on "The Tide is High" video and again as a doctor for the "Rapture" video by Blondie, or simply by being in his overcrowded loft hammering those barbies into robots, Michael Sullivan represents the spirit of a die hard New Yorker; someone who knows no better, couldn't really live elsewhere and can call this place home.