I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.
Er hat den Wecker überhört. Danach in höchster Eile den Kaffee über die Hose geschüttet. Auf dem Weg zum wichtigen Termin bleibt die U-Bahn zwischen zwei Stationen stehen, mitten im Tunnel. In der Bahn geht das Licht aus… “Die Fotografie ist eine grausame Kunst.”
They got on the crowded subway train. They sat down on the plastic seat. They sat next to a man. He was an old man. He was talking. He was talking to himself. He looked at them. He raised his voice. “You’re not smart,” he said. “Did you hear me? Did you hear what I said? You think you’re so smart.” He smelled of alcohol. He was holding something. It was in a small paper bag. “Let’s move,” Christa whispered. […]
Herr Z sah hinab auf seine Tasse, die bis oben mit feinstem und heissem Latte Macchiato gefüllt war, schlug sich den Gedanken daran, dass man Latte Macchiato eigentlich aus einem Glas trinkt, aus dem Kopf und versuchte, sich nicht vom eigentlichen Nachdenken ablenken zu lassen. Allerdings hatte er vergessen, worüber er sich ursprünglich vorgenommen hatte Nachzudenken und so sprangen seine Gedanken zu einer Art Meta-Ebene. Herr Z kannte diesen Begriff nicht, aber während sein Latte Macchiato, in der Tasse statt […]
Oftentimes when I read a book, I want to savor each word, each phrase, each page, loving the prose so much, I don’t want it to end. Other times the story pulls me in, and I can hardly read fast enough, the details flying by, some of them lost because all that matters is making sure the character is all right when it’s over.
We all know I’m a bit of a bibliophile. Here are a friend picks for 10 books set in New York City. Breakfast at Tiffany’s Forever immortalized in the 1960s with the romantic comedy starring the inimitable Audrey Hepburn, “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” was a book before it was a movie. Truman Capote’s novella tells of the narrator’s friendship with Holly Golightly, a young woman new to the city who wants to bring herself up in society. The Devil Wears Prada […]
You’ll be relieved to know that the guy in the foreground of this picture is not dead. At least, I don’t think he’s dead; I’m pretty sure I saw him twitch at least once while I was taking the picture. But I don’t think it would have bothered the young woman at all, while she concentrated on her sandwich and soda. Things have certainly changed in Bryant Park, behind the main branch of the New York Public Library, during the […]
Smaller and smaller, longer and longer, until all I saw was the right moment, the right frame, until all I saw was the shot I wanted to take. Ah, here it is. This is what I’d come to the promenade looking for, this feeling of catching her within the crowd, of capturing a moment. This set of photos is based on a very simple concept: walk every block of Manhattan with a camera, and see what happens. To avoid missing […]
This song is about what it’s like to be from New York (the Empire State). I must admit, I became a little (just a little) emotional looking at the city that became our home for the past days. The roads were we got lost and got really really tired (walking) became a very familiar place to all of us. I will miss this city. The annoying sound that welcomed us during our first night. The (sometimes) scary side streets and […]
I’m kinda done here, been playing around with this new site, The Molls, like the layouts and the way I can, when I choose, weave in text with a series of photos. This is what I was up to friday: On The Road Go take a look, if you feel like doing so. I’m gonna try to post there weekly, for awhile anyway, see if it takes.