The third time is still charming
There is so much more I see around me when I’m photographing. -Elinor Carucci
Ohh, we’re half way there
Welcome to New York City week three – the third and possibly most exciting NYC post so far (there’s a 33.3% chance…I think that’s how math works)! Once that feeling, expressed so well by my childhood inspiration Jasmine, has worn away slightly, I will say that this city is less of “a dazzling place I never knew.”
The jolting and creaking of the subway has become accompaniment for everyday tasks. The city’s roosters – horns honking at early morning hours when I want to be sleeping – didn’t wake me up today like they have in the past. Anything becomes normal if you experience it for long enough.
But that’s not to say the city has lost it’s charm. As the mundane has crept into my consciousness, I’ve been taking the opportunity to pause and look around me more often. Elinor Carucci – one of the visiting artists for my course – told us on Monday that photography has made her more observant, with and without her camera. I’m noticing this as well. Since my eyes are constantly looking for a picture, even if I don’t actually release the shutter, I see things I might not see if I didn’t have the awareness of a photographer.
And now, the highly anticipated image recap of the week:
CONEY, I LOVE YOU
Last Saturday (after I finished week two’s blog post), I hopped on the subway and rode the rails all the way to Coney Island. It took a long time with multiple transfers and some frustration with mapping, but I arrived by 2:30pm. I was hoping for a little more of a Brooklyn vibe, but as I am constantly being reminded, New York has changed over the past 65 years. Here’s what it actually did look like.
(Not pictured here: all the people I found smoking marijuana on the boardwalk.)
If you’re not sick of the old Island yet, go ahead and watch my Coney Island video.
LONG [TIME NO SEE] ISLAND CITY
(I know that title is a stretch.) On Monday, I returned to the western edge of Queens because I couldn’t stay away. And I’m glad I did. This trip featured my favorite weather feature: fog. Also an almost empty bourbon bottle I found on a bench.
Both times I visited LIC, I stopped at a delicious ice cream place called Something Sweet. If you’re ever in the area, make sure to walk down Vernon Blvd. and get yourself a scoop or two.
I DON’T CARE IF IT’S CHINATOWN OR ON RIVERSIDE
Billy Joel’s words resonated with me this week in multiple ways: first, I did visit Chinatown (and little Italy while I was nearby).
And second, through a little Google searching I discovered that Neal Caffrey’s house from White Collar is six blocks away from me.
On the left is my photo from Wednesday morning; on the right, a screen shot from an episode. I was very excited about this. (In case you’re interested, the house is the Schinasi Mansion – the only freestanding privately owned mansion in Manhattan.)
Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear
Okay, that’s it for this week. My goal with these posts is to bring people along with me, so thank you for following along for these first three weeks!