NYC
Sorry for the lack of posting over the last few days...I snuck off to NYC! Lots of interesting art stuff to talk about, but that post will have to wait for tomorrow. For tonight, an interesting observation I made in the city.
As I shopped and walked and "people watched" and ate and everything else I did, I kept seeing other photographers pictures. First I went into a shop that only sold beads. An old, very thin Asian man was looking over some particularly sparkly beads and he was completely enthralled. Beautiful light streamed in through the windows and cast reflections onto the man’s face. It looked so much like one of Brian Ulrich's pieces that I couldn't believe it.

Then I walked through Central Park, and it was Todd Papageorge everywhere! What an exciting place to make pictures. I never realized how many people actually lay out in the park. It felt amazing to walk amongst the tall trees and fresh cut grass littered with sunbathers.

Everywhere I turned there was a world class street photograph just waiting to be made. It was a fantastic visual feast. Not much has changed since this 1964 Winogrand.

As I shopped and walked and "people watched" and ate and everything else I did, I kept seeing other photographers pictures. First I went into a shop that only sold beads. An old, very thin Asian man was looking over some particularly sparkly beads and he was completely enthralled. Beautiful light streamed in through the windows and cast reflections onto the man’s face. It looked so much like one of Brian Ulrich's pieces that I couldn't believe it.

Then I walked through Central Park, and it was Todd Papageorge everywhere! What an exciting place to make pictures. I never realized how many people actually lay out in the park. It felt amazing to walk amongst the tall trees and fresh cut grass littered with sunbathers.

Everywhere I turned there was a world class street photograph just waiting to be made. It was a fantastic visual feast. Not much has changed since this 1964 Winogrand.

Labels: NYC, Papageorge, Ulrich, Winogrand
