NYC snow scene.
Patti
On the Subway – In memory of Patricia Fogarty – 1958 – 2019
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Riding the subway. NYC.
Camera Check – In memory of Patricia Fogarty – 1958 – 2019
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Shoreditch night.
London.
We Buy Gold – In memory of Patricia Fogarty – 1958-2019
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Midtown Manhattan Diamond District. NYC.
Late Night Take Out – In memory of Patricia Fogarty – 1958-2019
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Late night street scene, NYC.
Bar Noir – In memory of Patricia Fogarty – 1958-2019
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A quiet NYC corner in the dark.
Kiss Me – In memory of Patricia Fogarty – 1958-2019
Black And White Photography, iPhoneography, Patti, PhotographyOne of my favorite things to do is make the trip from Long Island into Manhattan. When I do I always reach out to Patti to see if she wants to join me in some sort of photo expedition on the streets of “The Big Apple”. Patti is a transplanted Londoner and is a blast to hang out with. We have met many times and I can proudly call her my friend. Whether she is carrying her Nikon FM film camera, her Fuji X100T, Canon DSLR or even her iPhone she always has a knack for being right in the middle of where the action is. I love watching her work her magic – Joe
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A Certain Glow – In memory of Patricia Fogarty – 1958-2019
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Pointing the phone straight at the setting sun. West Village. NYC.
Bill Cunningham – In memory of Patricia Fogarty – 1958-2019
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Bill Cunningham
1929 – 2016
“I go out every day.
When I get depressed at the office, I go out,
and as soon as I’m on the street and see people,
I feel better.
But I never go out with a preconceived idea.
I let the street speak to me.”
My Bob – In memory of Patricia Fogarty – 1958-2019
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What to say? I have always loved my records which were bought back in the day after much scrimping and saving for the absolute favourites, to have and to hold in my hands with love forever, never ever to part.
Solace in moments of delicious loneliness they wear their needle scratches much as I wear now the lines on my face but hear the songs, the tracks of your youth, and the years peel away. Forever young.
Unbelievably (why do I say this?) Bob Dylan and Van Morrison among others will be playing concerts during the summer out at Forest Hills in Queens. Do I want to be there? You bet! But I’m on the move in and out of NYC over the summer and I can’t commit to tickets, on the assumption that they’re not sold out already.
So Happy Birthday Bob, what’s 75 years when we were all so much older then but younger than that now?
Monochromia 
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