I still let my eye wander
and that’s when I found her,
in a state of deep ponder
with a kid nodding over yonder…
©Matt Weber
Urban Photos by Matt Weber
With all the focus on Occupy Wall Street these days, I felt like pointing out that there is a block in midtown where the people are even greedier if you can believe that. On West 47th Street I always get a very weird and creepy feeling as I walk down the block. I feel like all the men trying to usher me into their little shops are fucking creatures, barely human. Money has left them so stripped of any other quality worth mentioning. I see no saving grace for any of the merchants who pander to people in love, and then sell them shiny little pebbles as a symbol of true love. I have always hated the whole concept of diamonds and wondered how they have managed to mesmerize so many generations of women into craving them…
I stopped for a second and then split, nausea building up inside me. I felt the same way in Vegas, and barely spent an hour there…
©Matt Weber
I’ve had debates with my pal Dave Beckerman about whether or not, a person’s toes really matter when assessing a photograph. Being a perfectionist, I think they can make a difference. Most people would disagree. The famous picture which Cartier-Bresson took of the smiling French boy carrying the two bottles of red wine, is one such picture. It’s one of HCB’s top ten images and the cropped feet don’t really matter. I just hate small details which I had control over, but failed to control…
Street Photography © Matt Weber
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