I’m not sure why I never noticed this even though I walk by there practically every single day. The building across from Bryant Park offers a great reflection of the Empire State Building, add in some lights from passing cars and it makes for an interesting scene. Maybe at some point I’ve become another jaded New Yorker who doesn’t bother looking up or notice the buildings and lights all around. I guess it’s time to make a concerted effort to pay more attention to my surroundings. I may miss something incredible.
As I was walking to work this morning after the rain had tapered off the remainents of the earlier showers caught my eye. The way they glistened on the marble bench in their own individual little puddles. It was such a contrast in shape and texture and color. I just had to capture it.
I had the opportunity to shoot a small-ish fashion show last week, by small-ish, I mean not fashion week. I got to shoot a lot of the behind-the-scenes goings-on and prep work, which, I think, is more interesting than the actual show itself, even from a visual standpoint…but then again I’m a guy. It’s amazing to see how much work goes into producing something that looks so simple and effortless. Hopefully these images will give you some idea. The preparation stuff is in black and white and transitions to color for the show itself. B&W just fit.
I got home late last night and wanted to catch some sleep before going through my take from yesterday. With security out in full force, I was unable to near the memorial or WTC without an invitation. Here are a few more that I didn’t post last night, not my best work, but I think they contribute to tell the story.
It’s hard to believe that it’s been 10 years, even though it still feels just like yesterday when the world watched that horrific day unfold as 3,000 people were taken from their mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, and brothers and sisters before their time for doing nothing more than going to work. Seeing these lights reminds us that the most fitting tribute we can have is to remember those who died that September day.
Sometimes you see something that just captures your attention for whatever reason. I think I’m becoming obsessed with this sign. I see it every time I drive to my parents’ house in Pennsylvania. Sitting in next to an empty lot, it’s the only reminder that a hotel once stood near there. The rust, the neon tubing that once shouted “Vacancy” to passing travelers and are now falling off, everything about it makes me think that if only this sign could talk…oh, the stories it could tell.
I desaturated the image a bit in Photoshop to give it that old, faded look…just for artistic flair. Below is the original version, live and in living color.
I was going through some of the photos I took this summer and came across this:
I was leaving a Mets game with a bunch of friends (from the really high seats) and noticed the Citi Field sign from inside the stadium. The lines and sharp edges of the letters and metal caught my attention and screamed to be photographed.