This loft was somewhere on Lenox Ave. and I use to love looking at its makeshift design. Someone just took every window he came across and assembled this “Mondrianesque” creation, which sadly no longer exists…
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This is one of the first pictures I took that has some historical significance. Driving across “The Deuce” in my taxi, I was still 26 years old. That’s half a lifetime ago. I would probably have had my doors locked and been fairly alert, as the block was loaded with some pretty scary people. Now a quarter century later, the block is clean and almost safe for the tourists 24 hours a day. I want to lament the changes, but when I remember how bad the place was, I have to admit that nostalgia can even make us miss a cesspool like the old 42d Street. I was threatened several times, not for taking anyone’s picture, but merely for carrying a camera down that block. Fifteen year old prostitutes and their pimps were nothing but sad, and people selling fake drugs didn’t make me think “The Deuce” was where it was at. It’s just now, many years later that the new sterile version has made many of us wish for the days, when not being mugged on “The Deuce” was a major accomplishment…
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Having just returned home on that dreadful morning, I did what anyone would do, and turned on the TV. George W Bush (or Chimpy as many later called him) was coming into form, after a very feeble start. I was shocked by the SEVEN minutes as much as anybody. I had hoped that “The Seven Minutes” would remain a novel by Irving Wallace and not this new footnote in American history. People were either shocked by how inept Bush was, or if they’d voted for him, they gave him a pass, saying he was under incredible pressure. Either way, this was the beginning of “A Brave New World” and the results of the massacre that morning will be felt for a very long time…
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Don’t worry, they’re not packing anything other than money. Probably unaware that the jobs they still have make them very lucky. The long day working, whether it be for peanuts or real coin, is still apt to leave one none to friendly towards my camera…
I understand, and wish that I could help them…
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The funny thing about photography is that you can like a picture and be totally unable to articulate why. I usually have no shortage of verbiage when it comes to describing my thoughts. This image is……..Why should a person have to know or be able to say why something pleases them?
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I know that photos like this one are open to criticism. I like this picture. One can hate the idea of photographing the poor and I understand their point of view. I had to decide whether or not this was OK a long time ago. I know that the odds are against the picture ever making a difference in the real world, so I won’t fool myself into thinking that I am doing any type of service, by exposing how tough life is to some people. There are plenty of things that people rationalize doing, each and very day. I photograph the city and ALL of its inhabitants. I have never taken a picture of homeless person reaching into a garbage can and that doesn’t mean I should get a medal. I just draw the line there and try and work with some compassion. I do throw all of that away at times when faced with what seems like a great shot. If later I discover that I have crossed the line of decency, then I can still take the negative and cut it up into pieces. I’ve only had to do that a few times and I’d love to keep the overzealous side of me under control, forever…
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In the next few weeks this newsstand on my corner will be replaced by a new glass one. These new ones are mandatory and look very similar to the new bus shelters. Dave Beckerman just posted a version of the same newsstand on his website…
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I don’t know how many more images I can crop as a nod to Mike Peter’s work.
I like my rectangles…
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