Photography: The Black and White Project, Revisited: Days 6-8: April 2, 2016 – April 4, 2016
With my 37th birthday last Monday, I’ve been busy balancing celebrating with my work here and with preparing to re-enter the 9-5 workforce; so as you can imagine, things have been busy in the JOVM world. But the Black and White Project, Revisited has continued — even if I hadn’t had a chance to edit photos until much later. Such is life, right?
In any case, Saturday night I was with C wandering around Times Square with the hope that I might catch characters doing something unusual for me to capture; however, with the weather being so chilly over the past few days — and because it’s just not the same Times Square that initially proved to be a bit difficult. Interestingly, I’ve found photography to be a lot like writing: some days, you’re immediately inspired and you just start out firing on all cylinders. Those days you feel as though you can bang out anything and everything — and quickly. And then there are days where it’s just difficult to get anything going. You’re either looking at a blank page or screen and as soon as you attempt to put at thought down on paper, it just feels off. In this case, you can be walking around hoping to capture something interesting, and you’re only seeing the same boring, annoying tourists walking around in circles and staring at everything as though they’ve never seen buildings, lights or cars.
(Photo Caption: I caught C in a rather candid moment, as she was on the phone with her son.)
(Photo Caption: While C was on the phone, The Ride: NYC tour bus was going up Eighth Avenue. And they had an emcee running alongside the bus, freestyle rhyming and narrating. At one point, I overheard him jokingly rhyme about how he almost got run over by a speeding NYPD cruiser in the bike lane.)
(Photo Caption: Occasionally you may need a little help from your friends. And in this case, I had a particular vision for a photo that I couldn’t figure out how to do by myself — and in a way that made sense. So C took those photos of me in front of Smith’s Bar. Not bad, eh?)
(Photo Caption: I just liked a bar that was all about beer.)
(Photo Caption: I’ll call these two: “An explosion of sunlight through a dirty bus window on Queens Blvd.)
(Photo Caption: I was waiting for a dear friend and colleague for a dinner date on Metropolitan Avenue when I came across this particular piece of graffiti.)
(Photo Caption: Yesterday, my mom and I were heading off to Von to catch my homey Abdul Fattah Ismail reading from his first published book of poetry, Extended Syllables when I came across this random piece of graffiti on Second Avenue.)
(Photo Caption: Abdul Fattah Ismail reading from his book of poetry, Extended Syllables.)