There’s nothing like leaving a club at 1am and while you’re already having you’re after-drinks slice of pie you notice that those who are 10 years younger than you are just barely arriving at the clubs. Did I also mention it was a WEDNESDAY night?!
Look, I can dance with the best of them and drink with the worst of them but staying out late on a workday is just not reality for me anymore! I need to stack my paper, manage people, get invoices paid, type coherent emails.
So ya, while you are leaving home . . . I am heading back. I am OK with that, no really.
A bike perfectly parked in front of a Brooklyn home.
Helen Yee plays her violin at Bryant Park
My day started with a haircut but progressed into something much more. I got to meet Jonathan who asked that I take his picture, his energy: enthusiastic and hopeful with a smile that’s contagious. Guards down and an open heart. Around the corner I spotted Louis Mendes an artist (http://nyti.ms/ZhahFK) who’s picture-perfect Taking a photo of a photographer can always make you sweat a little and his “you have one shot” didn’t make it easier. He’s calm, cool and collected. Lastly, on my way home Uptown I stop at 59th St and get introduced to the audio of Malang Jobarteh, he plays Gambian Kora, smiles, sings and exposes our ears to sounds that fill the underground.
Here in New York, I get to experience those who want to share their life, who are positive, creative, warm.
Focusing only on getting from point A to point B lends itself to missed interactions and exchange. There’s a whole distance between those 2 points. While I am here ‘being’ on this level of existence I look forward to enlightening moments.
Jonathan-Nathaniel Boaz Dingle-El asked me to take his picture and with a smile like that, I am so glad I did.
Photographer Louis Mendes poses for me for one shot only near Union Square Park.
Art bombed car in the East Village of Manhattan
Arabic Graffiti in Manhattan’s Lower Eastside by El Seed
Bicycle locked up in front of El Seed’s Arabic graffiti.