The truth is always unknown with these guys…Was he trying to forget memories of war? When he was a young man did he land on Omaha Beach? Or was he already deep in debt from a gambling problem? Was it a woman who left him ruined, back in ’55…I’m sure he had his reasons, we all do…

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Published by Matt Weber

Photographing NYC for 25 years, six of them while driving a New York City taxi. Trying very hard to capture the city as life unfolds, meaning I never stage any of my photos! Also I am a close confidant of the immortal Dave Beckerman, (quintessential NYC photographer) and owner of the first photography blog in the known universe.

2 thoughts on “NYC 1988”

  1. This , like so many of your pictures remind me of songs.. the one I think of first is Oscar Brown Jr.’s “Somebody Buy me a Drink” with lyrics like ” yes, I was that fool after treasure & pleasure and Love was just a game played with some other dame.”

    and then Flying into my brain was “Hobo” by Old & in The Way
    Brilliant visions MW

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    1. Poor fellow must have broken his nose a dozen times and doesn’t know he’s pointing at the reason
      he’s kissed the pavement so many times…Hey thanks for the nice thoughts!

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