An angry bee is tattooed on the back of the man who runs on the long-span bridge over the Hudson, vibrant from the raging traffic below it. The yellow cross line could be the start and finish. In the black shorts on his side sticks a bright orange T-shirt, as if it were a mark. He wears the bee on his bare back over the bridge, like a second self.
Homeless at Central Park, NYC
The man's distrustful, aggressive gaze. The solitary gray of the stone. The dense green, over which only one building protrudes and gives a hint to the surrounding city. The blue shirt still slipped out of his pants from the last night, the churned blanket on the grass, showing restlessness. The stone lies there like a monolith, pushed by icy glacier masses in far past times.
Hispanic family at crossing in the Bronx, NYC
Woman at the supermarket in the Bronx, NYC
Woman at bus station at the Bronx, NYC
Woman with parcel in Upper Westside, NYC.
Valentino at 72nd street near Central Park, NYC
To put us into someone else’s shoes, to timetravel us, to shapeshift us, to place us inside a consciousness other than our own.