Just back from New York. Got the coffee shakes. Got ‘em bad.
It was a pleasure to walk the streets alone. I was offered the opportunity to buy hundreds of knock off handbags and watches in Chinatown. Outside the boundaries of Chinatown, I was ignored.
Inside ICP, I noticed how country-i-fied I have become. I made small talk with the young woman at admissions about ICP’s offer of free admission to government employees and one guest during the shutdown. “That’s really nice,” I said somewhat lamely. “Yeah, it’s crazy,” she said. “Yeah, just crazy, this place [America],” I added. Later, I made small talk with the middle aged woman who was also in line for the bathroom. “Great exhibit,” I said. She either did not hear me or was confused (or worried), and suddenly left the line for the possibly shorter line at the upstairs bathroom. On the way out, I said, “Thank you. The exhibit was great,” to the young man at the admissions desk. I asked about the next exhibit.
In the bookstore, I browsed and laughed out loud while looking at Hans Eijkelboom’s book People of the Twenty-First Century. I looked around for someone to share my mirth with. The two stylish girls with bright lipstick in cahoots over a book on the other side of the display rack? A gal lingering at the edge of the cafe? No, Rachel, you are country-i-fied. Just wait and tell Jared.
After leaving the exhibit, I took a break from making photographs. The work was powerful - Eugene’s subject matter, presentation, image size, and composition - very strong. When I see fresh work or read something influential, I sometimes take on that voice, just as I might take on the voice, cadence and mannerisms of someone I am speaking with. It’s what social creatures do.
After meeting back up with the guys in Chinatown, browsing the new Pearl River location, fueling up with a very late lunch, and having great conversation, my camera came back out. I made some casual images and just had some fun.
One of my creative challenges is to make more photographs of friends…