Posts Tagged broadway
my makeup artist friend damion wanted to shoot some beauty with one of his male model friends named george, so i was down. last minute he was like, “i think i have a female model coming too. we’ll have them do some doubles.” i was like, “ok, cool. what are we doing for wardrobe?” and he was all, “i think we’re just going to throw them in the tub.” so that was that. BUT, as models are want to do for tests, the female model bailed. i called a model friend of mine and was like, “hey christine, so what are you doing like – right now?” turned out she was down to shoot, so she rolled out and completely crushed it. thanks, christine.
more shots of my hood
over the last couple of years i’ve been collecting cool pictures of inwood. there’s so much life here and so much… idunno, man.. you just have to be here to feel what i’m talking about. it’s loud, it’s social, it’s dirty and it’s beautiful. kids play in the streets till the wee hours of the mornin while the adults play dominos or chill around the stoop or on lawn chairs or couches they drag into the street. instead of sitting in front of a tv all night like an idiot, the people in my hood hang out and actually communicate with each other. it’s hard for me to take pictures around here because people usually think i’m a cop or for some reason they don’t want their faces in front of a camera. but people are usually cool with me shooting their kids, so i start with the kids and sometimes they’ll warm up to me. many more to come…
UPDATE 20 oct 09
you’ll be missed, mr. madonna
this summer i was lookin all over for venus flytraps. i made calls to plant stores, went to home depot and some other places, but nobody had any left. so one day i was walking down broadway past dyckman st. (200th st) in manhattan and i saw an old, small plant/pet supply store called Pic-A-Pet. see, i’m a sucker for small, privately owned stores; the older the better. this store had weathered a few storms in it’s day and the guy sitting down just inside the door seemed to be in about the same condition. when i asked him if he had any venus flytraps, he said with a smile, “yeah, we got em for 9 bucks.” so i picked up two plants. i asked him if i could have a receipt and when we walked near the register that looked like it hadn’t been used since before i was born he looked around for his receipt book. it was yellowed with age and when he handed it to me, i looked it over and it was receipt #42 from the 70’s. i said, “don’t write many receipts, huh?” and he started laughing. his name was Mr. Tony Madonna – a life-long new yorker; a real genuine kind of guy with a heart of gold. it’s funny how once i stopped in to ask about flytraps and now i stop in whenever i’m near just to say howdy to my new friend. his wrinkled face and callused hands have a few stories to tell and if you stop in, you just might get to hear a couple.