While In Transit

Ooh a post that makes sense!

Anyway. You know how people say 'everything happens for a reason'? Well they do.

Coming home from brooklyn via the ever-service-changed D train, I got off at Atlantic to switch to the N which was waiting across the platform. Though I didn't need to switch it would have saved me a lot of time. Nope. Some girl decides to walk into me (though the platform is pretty empty) we do a little in-eachothers-path dance and the doors on the N close. Thanks, you slow walking fool.
Oh well. I wait on the platform for a few minutes until I decide to walk all the way across the station to the Q.
*(quick note.. even though I waited on the platform a while, I still somehow got up the platform stairs before the girl did - she is THAT slow.)*

But everything happens for a reason right?
Yes. There is a light at the end of the subway tunnel thanks to MoMA.
Atlantic/Pacific takes over the ad space in the Atlantic/Pacific St. stations and replaces them with recreations of great works of art. We have Monet, Dali, Lichtenstein... abstract painters, pop artists, photographers. They're all there.
Sweet!


Nan Goldin


Cindy Sherman


Andy Warhol




And then, the Q was just fun...



and and and! Who doesn't love Bill Brand's Masstransiscope?
(if you watch it, put it on HQ.. it looks like poo other wise. I'll get a better shot later)

Delayed Reaction!

So, my typical tardiness regarding doing anything I WANT to do (rather than things I NEED to do) has prevented me from posting more regularly... again.
Anyway...
Since this summer, like many previous summers, is said to be the last that Coney Island will be the Coney Island we all know and love, I dragged down Pete to enjoy a day in the sun.

The vibe down there is somewhere between mourning the loss of a friend and warming your body with sunshine and fresh seared hot dogs. Fans of the "island" trekked about with their dSLRs slung around their neck while children ran past their parents to the nearest bumper cars.




hey.. joey!



strength machine... note how low "girl" is



you could be a the most pimp matador ever









now the freak can hide behind the crane too
















I'll go back and shoot depressing nostalgic pictures when I want to.
But when you're old and you're remembering the dog you had when you were 12, you look at pictures of him happy, not dying.