Even not very good photos can become more interesting with the passage of time. John Rechy's City of Night was still recognizable when I first began living on my own.
Times Square, 1978
Aqueduct
Tom and I took the train to Aqueduct. I don't think I'd ever been to a horse racing track before. Graffiti was inescapable for a long, long time.
Central Park
By now, I must have spent actual years of my life exploring Central Park in all seasons, and watching it blossom from a gritty crime scene to a splendid pandemic playground. It's also the place where I met Barnet, David, Leon and Florian.
Much has changed since I started photographing holiday windows thirteen years ago.
Barney’s, which first inspired my efforts with “Happy Warholidays,” closed this year. Lord & Taylor, last. They leave an enormous void in both the wildly creative and traditional approaches to bricks and mortar marketing.
But while technology taketh with one hand, it giveth with another: my new i-Phone made it easier than ever to take pictures of the light shows that seem to adorn every new commercial development, including the bottom of the World Trade Center!
