Posts Tagged photojournalism
my hood #6
Posted by mareadyphotography in documentary on April 15, 2011
here are a few pictures i snapped last saturday

this is beautiful. i friggin love everything about it. i love what's happening. i love where it's happening. i love the backwards/inside-out dress. i love that they let me take the picture. i love it all.
my hood #5
Posted by mareadyphotography in documentary on October 12, 2010
pictures from my hood.
here are more from the archives:
- waitin for the bus
- be where of the dog
- after the game
- eating rice and salami
- i think the batter and the pitcher are on the same team. if the pitcher catches a hit ball, he can throw it at the detergent bottle for a point. i think. i was confused. if you know the name of the game or the rules, let me know.
- fire escape superman
- race
- chillin on the stoop
- pow pow power wheels
- bones
- playin bones
- home run derby
- street ball
- helpin out the girls
- the boys chillin. a couple of em didn’t want me to take a picture. then they said, “ok, yeah – whatever” and then they hid their faces.
- baby slice $1
dumbrella
Posted by mareadyphotography in documentary on March 15, 2010
i like to imagine the weather reporter talking about the size of a storm by the amount of crappy umbrellas that will be littering the streets the day after. they’d be like, “well john, you can expect tomorrow’s storm to bring a minimum of 5-6 UPB’s (umbrellas per block – you know how T.V. people like to “abbreve” things) then the following day will calm down to about 2-3 UPB…” last night we had a pretty gnarly storm, so this morning i walked down 9 blocks of broadway (almost a half mile) and back to document the carnage. during that 9 block round trip i counted 86 umbrellas. so that makes last nights squall a 9.5 UPB storm.
my hood #2
Posted by mareadyphotography in documentary on June 16, 2009
more shots of my hood

straight chillin on the stoop
- there were about 30 people playing basketball on the street to the left of these guys that i wanted to shoot, but one guy got nervous and started saying i was a cop so everybody got sketched. these dudes were cool, though. i actually have 5×7 prints of this picture in my bag ready to give to them when i see em next.
- the moms make the kids sit there and listen.
- i friggin LOVE this.
- sidewalk preaching happens a lot in the summer.
- it was hot that day
- this guy saw me taking a photo of this lady and started hamming it up.
- this trannie was with the telemundo crew. the kids had no idea what to think.
- painting toe nails on the sidewalk
- this got painted over. kinda sad.
- straight chillin on the stoop
- they filmed something for telemundo on our corner for a few days
- on holidays, there are grills as far as the eye can see
- this guy is super nice
- girls hang out as the adults play quarters
- playing soccer in the middle of people next to the sidewalk sale. there’s something awesome about this scene.
- cards and coconut water
- heated game of pokemon or yu-gi-oh or somethin
- girls just being girly
- concrete baseball
- they were just chillin on the mailbox. they saw my camera and jumped down to pose and i was like, no no no! hop back up!
- this is the famous iron cross left at the world trade center
- this girl was crying until i came up with my camera
my hood
Posted by mareadyphotography in documentary on June 15, 2009
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…
- walked up on a friendly wrestling match at the park. the guy on the bottom just wouldn’t give up.
- i can’t even take it how cute these kids are
- i love all these colors
- she was kinda shy at first
- this is another favorite
- long day
- chillin at the corner store
- cute as a button
- she was hilarious. she was laughing because i was throwing a balled up piece of tin foil up in the air and making it land near her feet.
- this is friggin beautiful. two old ladies, matching old lady hair cuts, pocket books, pediatric shoes, polyester pants, canes, flower print blouses… and they hold hands and walk with itty bitty shuffle steps. totally adorable.
- repuzent
- these kids were fun to shoot
- shaved ice, dominoes and fanta
- nightcap at noon
- some kid throwing a ball at the “foreing and domestic auto parts” store
- bingo!
- i was in the elevator with this girl and her mom and she saw my camera and started posing, so after we got out i started snapping shots.
- this is probably one of my favorite shots. i love everything about it.
pic-a-pet slideshow and interview
Posted by mareadyphotography in documentary on March 8, 2009
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.

look at the date. how cool is that?!