Sugar-coated

Nothing says romance like a crumpled pack of cigarettes resting on cherry blossom petals.


West Village.

Lights, Camera, etc.

Okay, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised when someone mistakes me for papparazzi if I am (a) using a telephoto lens in the city and (b) taking photos of Bradley Cooper on set.


Union Square.

Anger Management

Wall murals in Meatpacking District do not disappoint.

Meatpacking District.

One Man's Trash

Disclaimer:  this does not necessarily represent my view of the Tribeca Film Festival!  I just thought it was an interesting photo.

Also, note to self:  do not walk through Tribeca Film Festival crowds with telephoto lens on full display.  They do not like that.

Chelsea.

A Room with a View

I randomly saw a photo of this tree on another photoblog about a week before I stumbled upon it on my own. I was taking photos of the tree-lined street when a man approached me and told me that there was 'a most unusual tree' down the block. When I saw it, I automatically recognized it from the other photoblog.

What I love about it is how it looks like a ladder, reaching up to the wrought-iron windows. I also love how the windows provide a brilliant reflection of the real world - you can see buildings, sky, leaves, but in a brighter hue - a glossier version of the world.

When I looked through my photos of this tree, I couldn't help remembering what the man had said to me - "I don't know whether it's diseased or not, but it's remarkable."  What a fine line that can be - diseased or remarkable.

Chelsea.

Shawshank Redemption from the Dog Run

Three dogs.  Twelve paws.  One chance.


Madison Square Park.

Concrete Jungle

Like caged animals.

Flatiron District.

Field of Dreams

He wakes up early and puts on his t-shirt, the sound of roaring crowds still fading in his ears. As he walks, he doesn't see the crowded streets in front of him, he sees the players on the opposing team. And when he performs on the street, the city around him becomes his field and his stadium.


Times Square.

Staring Contests

Intimidating faces abound in the city.

Garment District.

You know you need a haircut when...

...you can't find the ball that's in front of your nose.

Madison Square Park.

Baby Existentialism

"Oh, I grow weary of cheerios. And drinking out of my sippy cup does tire me so."


Washington Square Park.

How to Protect Your Wealth

In a recession, it seems particularly apropos that the heavyweight financial and business magazines house their galleries in nuclear fallout shelters.

Chelsea.

Standing Out

"Is everyone looking at me? I feel like everyone's looking at me."


Madison Square Park.

Springtime in the City

I always wonder if the city is trying to tell me something when I come across something like cherry blossoms and barbed wire side-by-side.


Gramercy.

Door Rage

Don't you hate it when someone blocks the door?

Garment District.

Walking on Clouds

Sidewalk chalk art, left over from Easter Sunday.

Chelsea.

O Captain! My Captain!

Am I seeing things, or is there a person standing on top of the Flatiron building? I can only hope it's Spiderman, returning to reclaim his newspaper office.

Flatiron District.

Blur

I often feel like this city is made up of two groups of people, those that rush through it and those who are lucky enough to stand still and observe for a moment.

Flatiron District.