(September 21) On the way home from the San Gennaro Festival, I took some shots as best I could of the new work going on inside a fenced in area on President St.
My father had one just like this, if I remember correctly.
Everything but the Impala is fair game in here.
Surely no one has gone barefoot here and lived.
Protected by sniper fire.
“The Egg Man” lives on my block.
(September 21) Pete called and said “I’m in Little Italy, come meet me.”
The neighborhood doesn’t like it. You think?
Drown The Clown, a regular at this festival.
There’s a reason it’s called a feast.
Lots of food. Lots of fried food.
Elmo and Cookie Monster learned the hard way, nobody likes a snitch.
It was packed with food and people.
It’s always strange to see a Ferris Wheel on a city street.
Around all this food, Pete is truly loving life.
Brought to you by, High Fructose Corn Syrup…
… fried food, …
… and some Italian guys.
Time to leave Little Italy.
Oh, and I didn’t know Tony had a gift shop. Invoking the Pseudoreal Rule of Gift Shops, thus ends the 2008 Feast of San Gennaro Festival.
(September 20) Dragged myself to Software Freedom Day Party at Limewire, having pitched it all week to various parties. A few hours walking around with my bad back was enough, but it was well worth going.
The rooftop at Limewire is suh-weet,
The view ain’t too shabby either,
Met some new interesting people, like Paul Garrin,
Saw familiar interesting people, like Forest Mars and Sunny Dubey,
Heard Eben Moglen speak,
Saw friends, like Tony_M, (right)
I finally “met” people I already knew, like Dave Williams,
Took in more of the view,
And finally saw the bathrooms Jay Sulzburger spoke so avidly of.
(September 16,17)
Outside the Hudson Park Library
More change in the neighborhood
Another trip to Williamsburg
I’ve never heard of the Subway Sun
Just like politics, all graffitti is local
It’s all mixed up
What is Hebrew for “Post No Bills”?
(September 11) This year, I had the same camera as last year, but in the end I decided to go take some photos again this year, and Viza was looking for an excuse to get out of the house, so he came along with me. In the third year I’ve been around to see the lights, I already know that the ideal forecast is party cloudy, and this year we were lucky.
Outside the fire station on Carroll & Bond
From the Gowanus Canal
Viza and I wait for the subway
I literally heard this scene calling out to be photographed. Is that how it works for people with talent? I’ve always wondered.
Seven years later, there’s still a whole lotta nothing here
The sages of the World Trade Center speak to us
