So a friend and I are milling around Long Island City, trying to find some interesting backdrops for a video project he's doing. There's this cool building on Jackson covered in graffiti (the back of it is even better, which you can see really well from the 7 if you go a few stops into Queens). We're walking around it, and all the sudden these rad kids start streaming out from behind.
They're part of a dance crew called Rhythm City. It's a non-profit organization, and the kids are clearly putting a lot of time and energy into the shows. They look good, but they were also natural performers -- happy to pose for a complete stranger on a side-street.
Definitely the kind of thing that makes New York a magical place to be.
This whole look is nice, but the earrings are the kicker. They come from the same pearl-like, shell material, which is beautiful. But the best part is that they're asymmetrical. Like things in real life -- perfectly imperfect.
Nothing like revisiting the starcrush you had at 10, huh? Although if I had actually seen this photo back then I probably would have been a little freaked out. I don't think I was ready for it yet. But couldn't they have at least done the shoot on a beach or by a car with a surfboard on it -- any scene less cheesy than this contrived, shirt-billowing in the studio breeze business?
alright, I know this is a little blurry, but bear with me. It's an illustration of the heralded moonwalk, but the astronaut is wearing bling and carrying a boombox. Plus the flag has a logo on it rather than asserting a nationality. This is pretty much heroin to "postmodern" cultural theory academics. If only they were on the subway to see it . . .
My entire life all I've wanted is to live in a city with its own condoms. Finally my dream has come true.
What a great scene: the graffiti truck, the mailboxes, the (noticeably empty) bike rack. And the hip urban princess foregrounded by a traffic barrel.
[photo has been blurred to protect subject's identity. . . kidding, kidding (kind of)] Only North Face could get away with making a fanny pack cool in an urban, unironic way. I'm not claiming brand allegiance, just pointing out it's cred in the LES.
This poster is strange on so many levels. For instance, the pairing of the words Vagina and Panther. Would you pick that for a band name? Yeah, I guess I would too. Maybe I'm just obsessed with teeth and their dangly roots since my recent root canal revelation.