Broadway, New York. I saw this splendidly cool woman at the corner of Prince and Broadway. She rounded the corner with traffic and in a split-second decision I let her go. Took five steps and thought to myself, ‘Stupid!!!’ So I turned round and started after her. Thing is, she was tall (we were the same height) and her stride was so long and swift that I had to morph into a gallop to catch her. I finally stopped her just short of spring street and sort of panted out a greeting. She said, “I didn’t make you run too hard, did I?”
Apparently, it’s taboo business for photographing bloggers to talk about their influences, others they look up and things of the like. I dunno why. I feel like spending all of my time on the internet pretending that I dreamed up every aesthetic and technical point of my photographs in my dreams would be disingenuous to the photographers and visionaries who really did influence me. I’m sure we buy cameras and go after the imagery that swirls around in our dreams, But there’s a technical part of applying action in the real world that’s achieved through learning. I’ve seen Scott Schuman pose his subjects like the frame above hundred times before I ever did it–it’s the sort of pose that (visually) is cognitively not in my DNA. Of late I’ve been trying to fight this; I go about it by looking at my photos and cursing silently when a batch of…Continue Reading
Lafayette Street, New York. I don’t know if there’s anything fashionable about a homeless person (due to the inherent reality of their situation), but this man certainly has style nevertheless. He slowed down to a creep when I approached to take his photo, and yet, I am not entirely certain he was cognizant that I was there.
The Highline in Chelsea, New York | 11:40 In the past, I didn’t particularly like going up to the Highline to search for subjects–while it is scenically very beautiful, it’s generally overloaded with tourists in standard touristy garb. But lately I’ve come across quite the brilliant finds! I did two amazing shoots back-to-back this past Saturday morning in the freezing cold; just as I was walking past, this lovely woman strolled right by. Her sense of colour is great but even more importantly, she seems to know the colours that work well for the tone of her complexion (something that was heavily instilled in me back in my old modelling days). I was once told that “there’s no such thing as a bad colour, but there certainly are bad colours for you.” Her coat is by Anthropologie, in case you were wondering. Enjoy.
Gansevoort Street, New York. So how’s this for turning the tables unexpectedly: I’m trying to line up a good shot of her, the two of us are standing in the street. But as I’m go to snap the frames, a cab keeps coming, one at a time. Trying to rush it through (never recommended), I start feeling a little jittery because we just can’t get this stupid shot. She laughs and blurts out, “Oh my god, you’re so cute!” Honestly, that really made my day. Usually when I catch people and photograph them, I always sense a little bounce in their step as they walk away, because being street styled is a form of compliment! But so often I approach someone, ask to take their photo, and after exchanging a couple of words just walk away. I’ve written before on this blog that being a photographer like this is a…Continue Reading
Spring Street, New York | 16:33 I’ve found a lot of guys to be stepping up their game late into the winter. Pacing with a combination of layers, colours and textures, as well as unique artifacts that have traditionally been owned by women. When I stop people to photograph them I usually only have a split-second to a few seconds to see them, so I’m taking in a very macro-level scope of style–often I don’t even realise how cool some of the finer details of an ensemble are until I’m uploading the photos to my computer. If you scroll down you’ll see a tattoo above this young man’s ankle–the fact that he has his pant legs rolled up just high enough to see it is a nice touch. Enjoy.
Prince Street, New York. I’m in the pursuit of more colour, and this man did not disappoint! Which got me thinking… Why don’t men wear more colour more often? We’re such a monochrome gender. I understand that we’re wired for simplicity and all, but one can be simplistic in something other than black, grey or blue. This guy has a lot going on, but there’s not a bad colour on him. I especially like how, somehow, his scarf seems to coordinate with his hair tone. Enjoy.
Soho, New York | 14:23 pm I met Selma on a day when I was really hurting to find some colour. When it gets cold, people reach for their coats, which usually tend to be charcoal or black. It’s bad when shooting fashion on the streets–unless the textures are unique, portraits that lack colour can come off as boring and uninteresting in print. Selma was just a pop of freshness that came out of nowhere on an otherwise dreary afternoon. This week I’ll be presenting several more colourful finds from around the city. Enjoy!
Bleeker Street, New York. I had followed a young woman for about a block and a half; her coat looked interesting from behind but I wanted to see her from the front before making up my mind on whether to ask her for a photo. Just as I made a move to speed up and pass her, this guy comes strolling around the corner with a couple of friends. I dunno about you, but I prefer no-brainers.
Crosby Street, New York | 15:54pm True story: I had just crossed Broadway on Prince when I saw this young woman crossing Prince on Crosby, a full block away. All I saw was a glimpse of her skirt catch some light, and she immediately disappeared around the corner. I broke into a full dash and caught up with her on Crosby just to shoot the detail of the bottom of her dress (last photo below), but there was something oddly familiar about her–it occurred to me that she looked exactly like Donica Pine, the main character from my book series. but the way she moved was so haunting, so exceptional, that I had to stop her for a better photo. Enjoy.
Lafayette Street, New York. The Street Golfer tees up–he’s just one of 10 million reasons why New York is the best city in the world; there’s just so many genuinely unique characters here, people who wake up and decide to be something and then actually go out and do it. Chasing souls here will never get old.