Color My Missives

When people who are from New York casually claim to have seen it all, it is something they are mostly right about. For those of us non-natives who live here, there is no casualness to the claim; the most bizarre things are simply part of the mix, but we notice them.

Images for the former marine Jeremiah Wright, Sean Bell and anyone else who’s been counted on the outside.

It is uncertain, when staring at a caving ceiling, where beautiful leaves off and dangerous begins. Even when the odd bit of plaster chips off and falls. The question sat atop the room with all the flourish of a feather in a cap. The evening’s meeting brimmed with the work of contemplation.
Entering the house, my […]

As unlikely as it sounds, half the reason I started blogging was so that I could put up images like these. And others of my friends. Most advice on successful blogging says that you should pick a specific topic and cover it keenly. But what if your topic is only the textures of the city, […]