Carmelo Anthony’s memories of New York are vivid in his mind. In the late 1980s, when the world was viewed from a waist-high vantage point, the city pulsed with an unpredictable rhythm. One day it was a wonder; the next, a challenge. “It was loud, it was unpredictable, it was survival,” he recalls. “Every corner was a test.”
By the summer of 1992, he was gone. A young kid from Brooklyn navigating Myrtle Avenue in Baltimore, growing into both a new city and a 6ft 5in frame. If New York was the primer, Baltimore was the crucible. “I like to say that’s the city that actually raised me,” he says. “Baltimore taught me how to navigate life, taught me about feelings, emotions and the mental.”