In the city of fashion, some people follow it, others don’t do it, and then there are those who simply create their own. Then come the trendhunters of big brands that are dedicated to wander through the different neighborhoods of the city taking notes of what they see, copying it to incorporate into their production and turn it into “official” fashion.
It was a market day and the street was full of stalls, and this one stood outfrom the others.I think he got what he wanted, not worried aboutcertain risks,assomeone will buy one placed in the middle, for example.
I took this picture to show one more sign ofattitude, and a metaphor for this city, showing how disproportionate it can be at times.
I wanted to take a portrait of this boy with sunglasses, a clerk of the store behind him. Already I had an idea about how it would be, but he had, better than me, a clear idea how it will be. He said yes, you can, wait a moment … andhe return with two girls from passersby!
Providence again was on my side and suddenly everything made sense. Four persons, yes four, gatheredspontaneously, randomly, showing how the colors of the city are mixedin harmony …
Young and efficient. He is a spanish working as an assistant to a senior executive in a financial company in the city. Enjoys his work and is fully integrated into New York life and participate in city events, such as running the marathon.
I met him through craiglist when I was looking for an apartment. We reached an agreement and I rented one of the rooms. The apartment was located in the financial heart of Manhattan a few blocks from Central Park and a few avenues of Hell’s Kitchen.
During the time I was in his apartment, and the conversations we had, I learned many things about the functioning of the city, work, housing, etc., very different from how it works in Europe, how complicated it’s for a foreigner legalize their work situation and housing, what it means not to have an economic history to rent an apartment, and so many more things that didn’t stop surprising me.
In one of those conversations I mentioned my intention to portray him, to which he agreed tasteful, so settled for a particular day. Just the night before that day, He suffered the loss of his grandfather. He didn’t sleep all night and was very affected. Despite that, He didn’t want to change the day, although it was not happy with his appearance.
If by any chance you see this picture, Jacobo, I send to you a greeting and I would like to tell you that for me were unforgettable days. Thank you for your friendly hosting. I hope everything goes well for you!
This is another face of this city, as anywhere else, unfortunately. I thought about taking a picture as respectful, dignified and objective as possible.
I took the picture because his/her identity was preserved, and reminds me that were there are rich men, are poor men.
Perhaps the bad reputation of this neighborhood of New York has influenced me, perhaps my imagination has played a trick on me and has made me see a distorted reality …
I don’t know what’s inside those bags. They may be new items, it’s a removal, or simply, someone has thoroughly cleaned …
Anyway, I see quite order and no one seems to notice as well, even though it could be a bit embarrassing trying to enter the car…
They were talking on the sidewalk, left side of picture, and let me take a portrait, but before that, one of them placed in the middle of their motorcycles as pic shows.
The way he acted, made me think, in that moment, he seemed proud, not of his job but of his Harley Davidson.
Anyway, he doesn’t seem worried about his appearance, showing donut eaters stereotype about US Police Department.
The operator doesn’t seem worried about his precarious balance at the top of the ladder, as this must be the way people achieve their goals in this city, looking forthe fastest and shortest way evenmore risky.
The staircaseas a metaphor forthe city of opportunities. Perhaps it is not difficult to get high, but stay, and higher you climb, the harder it may bethe fall.
Anyway, maybe, simplybyorder of their boss, this man is above because hedrew theshort straw.
Maybe the boss is the one looking, thinking if health insurance is up to date, and it is next, saying I do not want to look …
I was surprised when I saw them so excited taking a look to the storefront, but the most was when they decided to come into the shop. I waited for about twenty minutes to come out!
Perhaps they were seeking the fastest way to go to heaven (…or hell!).
They knew I was waiting for them and it is curious the way he show me the camera as saying “only taken pictures”, with his nervous? smile, maybe thinking “we have been hunted”.