“Shooting Gallery” Harlem 1988
Smoking Crack on Houston St. 1988
“Broadway Local” 2016
“Shooting Gallery” Brooklyn 1989
I’m not looking for a certain type of person when I go out to shoot. Every now and then I take a picture which bothers me to no end. This one may have been best left in a folder, but it does bring up a few questions about mental health and how people are treated in New York, and of course America….©Matt Weber
“Alphabet City” 1986
East Harlem 1988
“A Carny comes to Coney” 2014
“Sex, Drugs & Rock N Roll” 1985
In 1973 I stopped taking photographs for reasons which I will not explain, but in December of 1984 I bought an AE-1 Canon and a 50mm lens and started to photograph New York, most often while I was driving my yellow cab. This image was pushed heavily (Probably 3200) since I figured that was the way to go, and to be honest, I never became very good at developing film. Printing was different, but I guess my fear to develop film by inspection with a green safelight, left me guessing, and more often than not, the results were just passable…
Stripping Cars 1988
I met Rachel on my corner in 1999 and she was just a lost girl “Seeking a Little Kindness”. I gave her a copy of Howl since she said she liked poetry. I bumped into her again six years later and she had grown up a bit and life on the street was starting to show. Still seeking kindness she appeared on the cover of a very powerful photo book a couple of years later, much to my surprise. I saw her again a few years ago with her hair bleached platinum blonde and didn’t take another picture.
“Vital Signs” L.E.S. 1989
“The Urban Prisoner” 1989 (New Scan)
“New Home for the Urban Prisoner” 1989
I don’t remember where this awful looking building is, but I assume it was meant to incarcerate the new exploding population of crack-Heads that were making NYC a real drag back in ’89…
If I am wrong and this is a condo with slits for windows, then I wasn’t keeping up with the latest real estate trends…
“The Minnesota Strip” 1989
Back in the 1970s the stretch on 8th Ave. north of the port authority, was called “The Minnesota Strip” because of the large amount of runaway teens (from the mid-west) that would get off the bus and wander up 8th Ave. Often these kids were preyed upon instantly as they got off the Greyhound bus by the local pimps, and within days they were selling their bodies for their new employers…
All Photos © Matt Weber
This is the photo Joe Lhota stole from me!
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