12.10.2009
game on.
The sun popped out after the rain in the morning which took all the focus off of the project I was working on. Must go outside! Wandering through Brooklyn I found these men who were also happy the sun came out, Domino game on. One accused me of being bad luck but the others paid me no mind. "Nice camera, who you work for?" ha.
The sun popped out after the rain in the morning which took all the focus off of the project I was working on. Must go outside! Wandering through Brooklyn I found these men who were also happy the sun came out, Domino game on. One accused me of being bad luck but the others paid me no mind. "Nice camera, who you work for?" ha.
Labels: dominos, Portraits, williamsburg
11.21.2009
$2.50 a pound
Yesterday was spent wandering in and out of galleries taking in other photographers work. Some beautiful photos at Aperture but for the most part it all seems so contrived. Vacant stares. Lying on beds. meh. Off onto the streets again and there he was stripping the copper from wires. His name is Len and he gets $2.50 a pound. Says he doesn't ever cut himself but with every question I asked I was sure it would be the time the knife slipped.
Yesterday was spent wandering in and out of galleries taking in other photographers work. Some beautiful photos at Aperture but for the most part it all seems so contrived. Vacant stares. Lying on beds. meh. Off onto the streets again and there he was stripping the copper from wires. His name is Len and he gets $2.50 a pound. Says he doesn't ever cut himself but with every question I asked I was sure it would be the time the knife slipped.
11.19.2009
Oh Sherry...
She's new to my streets but says she lives on them, up near 34th, sleeping on the trains at night. Yet almost everyday for the last few weeks I've seen her walking quickly with all her babies in tow, sometimes up to eight of them! I'm not sure if she thinks they are real or not but she does love having them with her. She told me she fed one of them but then mentioned that a guy gives her these dolls, so it's a toss up. Either way, this is my hood.
She's new to my streets but says she lives on them, up near 34th, sleeping on the trains at night. Yet almost everyday for the last few weeks I've seen her walking quickly with all her babies in tow, sometimes up to eight of them! I'm not sure if she thinks they are real or not but she does love having them with her. She told me she fed one of them but then mentioned that a guy gives her these dolls, so it's a toss up. Either way, this is my hood.
Labels: clinton hill, dolls, Portraits
11.02.2009
Hey Joe.
He tells me he's a cheap date and that more people like his belt buckle then they do him.
He tells me he's a cheap date and that more people like his belt buckle then they do him.
Labels: fort greene, Portraits
10.29.2009
I asked to take her portrait but she said I didn't have enough money.
"I need more then $2 honey..." You would think anything would help
when you are living on the street but she said her neighbors have a
lot of money and if I couldn't pay more she wouldn't let me photograph
her. Enough said.
Labels: Portraits
10.20.2009
A ride to the ocean.
We finally had a day that resembled Fall and not Winter so off on the bike I went - Coney Island bound. It wasn't as quiet as I expected it to be. A few of the boardwalk bars and clam shacks were open and the fishing pier was full. No one was catching anything and they all had a theory... this guy. He had two buckets full of these small fish, speerim or whiting or ???. His english was zero or so he said, the comedic fishing crew on the bench watching him thought otherwise. He motioned with his hands that they were to eat, but that is a lot of teeny tiny fish, I'm assuming he's selling them to a store or restaurant. Which scares me. Just found this link from 2003, I'm guessing he knows more English then he's letting on... looking at those pics, Coney hasn't changed much in 6 years.
We finally had a day that resembled Fall and not Winter so off on the bike I went - Coney Island bound. It wasn't as quiet as I expected it to be. A few of the boardwalk bars and clam shacks were open and the fishing pier was full. No one was catching anything and they all had a theory... this guy. He had two buckets full of these small fish, speerim or whiting or ???. His english was zero or so he said, the comedic fishing crew on the bench watching him thought otherwise. He motioned with his hands that they were to eat, but that is a lot of teeny tiny fish, I'm assuming he's selling them to a store or restaurant. Which scares me. Just found this link from 2003, I'm guessing he knows more English then he's letting on... looking at those pics, Coney hasn't changed much in 6 years.
Labels: bike, coney island, fishing, Portraits
10.17.2009
Sal's Super Cuts
Everytime I pass the window all I can think of is these commercials for Italy. Sal was on his last cut but he gave me a second to take a picture. Would of loved more time. I'm not the first person to take a photo of his shop, above his chair and desk were some great portraits taken over the years. They don't make them like this anymore!
Everytime I pass the window all I can think of is these commercials for Italy. Sal was on his last cut but he gave me a second to take a picture. Would of loved more time. I'm not the first person to take a photo of his shop, above his chair and desk were some great portraits taken over the years. They don't make them like this anymore!
Labels: barbershop, brooklyn, Portraits
10.14.2009
They call him "chicky"
although he told me his name is Ryan. I'll run with that. Ryan is someone I've always wanted to photograph but every time I swing by with a camera he isn't there. So today, thankfully, there he was in his window, keeping court on Court Street. At first when I asked to photograph him he shied away, but then a smile appeared and photos of his 6 grandchildren were shown. He was a cobbler back in the day, still lives upstairs and every so often brings his chairs out front. The neighborhood has changed a lot over the years, but Chicky- he's still there.
although he told me his name is Ryan. I'll run with that. Ryan is someone I've always wanted to photograph but every time I swing by with a camera he isn't there. So today, thankfully, there he was in his window, keeping court on Court Street. At first when I asked to photograph him he shied away, but then a smile appeared and photos of his 6 grandchildren were shown. He was a cobbler back in the day, still lives upstairs and every so often brings his chairs out front. The neighborhood has changed a lot over the years, but Chicky- he's still there.
Labels: brooklyn, Carrol Gardens, History, Portraits
