So I spend a lot of time on weekends walking around the city. I have a secret goal (which won’t be so secret anymore) of having walked down every Manhattan Street. Problem is, there are some streets I just seem to like so much (um, hello Cornelia Street – you are so short yet so charming!!!) that I have to force myself to branch out.
This was taken on Cornelia Street (have I mentioned I love that street?). I took several different shots of this. As I was finishing, some guy came up to me and said something to the effect of that it was too bad I didn’t come by earlier, as someone had been sleeping on that couch for most of the morning, and what a better shot it would have been! Fail.
For one of my photography classes in college, I centered my final project around trash in New York. I think I was just being lazy, as there’s a lot of trash and, at times, it seems to be everywhere. But I was pleased enough with the final product that I apparently keep pursuing the trashiness. It’s like the celebrity world, just not as disease-ridden.
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