Where are we going, anyway?
Being a boring tourist from a different perspective: the Freedom Tower and the Brooklyn Bridge.
So long, Vincent.
The late 5 Pointz, Queens.
Morning commute in two pictures: East Village-East Harlem.
[Trivia: The city’s “Subway” signs were mostly centered until the early 80s, when their font was changed and they were left-aligned. The remaining signs (their days numbered, replacement planned) give the stations a symmetry that’s missing from the newer ones.]
Young people in Greenwich Village.
On the night that Daylight Saving Time ends, the clocks of the people and the clocks of the city remain an hour late. The mechanisms of the notoriously sleep-averse town seem to make the same mistakes as bewildered watch-wearers. The streetlights turn on long after the sun has begin to set, and consequently New Yorkers find themselves on bewilderingly dark shadowed streets. But above the shadows, plastered on the roofs of buildings not eclipsed by even taller buildings, the last orange-tinted light of the day still clings on.
People climbing things to look at the latest Banksy.
Sunday afternoons in New York City: Lower East Side and Woodside.
New Yorkers looking at Banksy’s newest work, destroyed later that day.
Trying to find a level playing field in East Harlem and in Hamilton Heights.
Jim Power, the Mosaic Man responsible for hundreds of beautiful mosaics around the East Village created since 1988, works with a younger fan to repair one his pieces.
Jim needs support. Find him. Contact him. Fund.
Early mornings in New York City.
Union Square, Alphabet City, Jamaica, and the Bowery.
Summer afternoon. Jamaica, Queens.