On Day 3 of the storm, I ventured over the 59th street bridge and walked as far as I could to document the aftermath. On my way I stumbled upon this wall of yellow post its covering the windows of Fishs Eddy in the flatiron district. There must have been over a hundred or so of these personal memos from fellow nyer’s and others expressing a range of emotions but mostly their grief and frustrations of how Sandy had personally impacted their life in one way or another.
So I finally got my film back from Cali, as all of the labs here in nyc were without power in the days following the storm. I will be scanning and posting as I go, next week I will be in Miami with friends and fam for our annual migration. I’ll also be reviewing my iphone 5 and instagramming off the grid so stay tuned.
A Pre-Sandy sunny afternoon shot.
So as Im sure most of you know, Sandy has left a path of destruction in its wake. New Jersey really got the worst of it, and the coastal areas of NY got it hard as well. I ventured out yesterday to document the destruction. Trekked across the 59th street bridge into Manhattan as it was the only access way. The subway network is still out of commission here. Unfortunately, all of the film processing labs are located in an area of manhattan that is currently without power and will be for days, so it may be some time before I get my film back from the west coast. Its times like these I wish I had a digital camera.
VJ DAY redux
Gotta say, this is pretty awesome. Its always a good thing to be living in a city that embraces street art, but the real treat is when you stumble across something great and unexpected. The artist’s choice of explosive vibrant color is a great contrast to the bleak columns of brick and mortar that populate the west side, especially 10th avenue. All in all, a great interpretation of one of the most iconic photographs from WWII taken by Alfred Eisenstaedt for LIFE magazine in Times Square on V-J Day back in 1945.
Armed with my trusted hasselblad and two rolls of portra I headed down to Astoria Park, a place where I used to spend the hot and humid days of summer as a young trouble maker. Now, it just serves as a living memory of my youth which is probably why I find myself visiting the park quite frequently. The skate park is the latest addition to it, although its been in commission for at least 5 or more years it was the keystone in the arch for me. Somehow, the addition just makes the park complete. Sadly though, I wish it were around when I was growing up. As a former skater, I could have made good use of those banks and rails. I sat perched on the edge of a rail, its amazing how much you blend into the environment. Sure you’ll get the occasional looks of curiosity now and then and 1 young skater came up to ask me about my camera, but for the most part, your invisible. From their point of view, the only thing that matters is the trick. The focus is paramount and evident in their faces. Watching these kids and adults skate around the park like flies in a jar was a pure thrill. After taking it all in for a bit, I started to candidly shoot. I will say the experience kind of made me regret quitting so early and after burning through those two rolls, my only regret at that point was not bringing more film.
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tales from the street
yesterday was so damn hot…”86 but feels like 106″ was what my trusty accu weather app told me. So I can’t blame these pigeons for hydrating from the great fountain outside the Met. And had I not gone into the museum and if I had been under the influence, there’s a good chance I would have dunked my head in there too…maybe.
kodak tri-x 400
under the bridge downtown
Under thy shadow by the piers I waited;
Only in darkness is thy shadow clear.
The City’s fiery parcels all undone,
Already snow submerges an iron year . . .
– excerpt from Hart Crane’s epic poem, “The Bridge”
4×5 large format
adox chs 25 black and white film.