
A quiet NYC corner in the dark.

A quiet NYC corner in the dark.
One 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

Kiss Me

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.”

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?

Street portrait.
NYC.
Every holiday season we honor Patricia Fogarty by running some of her past posts she shared with us on Monochromia. We will be sharing Patti’s posts starting today and running them through New Years day. I hope you enjoy seeing these great images again. Patti was a great street photographer, writer and a dear friend. There is not a day that goes by when I don’t think of some of the laughs we shared when I came into Manhattan to do some street shooting with her. I miss you Patti but your images and great personality will live forever in my mind !
More of Patti’s work can be seen on her personal blog – here
Or at her Instagram feed – here
It would give me every amount of pleasure to say I picked up the photography bug through the childhood influences of a parent, friend or relative who owned a half decent camera, let alone a dark room or even the tickle of the bug. Economic circumstances limited my childhood photographic experiences. Film and its development were luxuries, clicks to be taken on special occasions, our family photos almost all a set of poses. Yet my memories of such photos all belong outside the frame, to events before and after. How cute we were, sitting on the grass dressed in our Sunday best in the grounds of the hospital where my father took us to visit my sad, unhappy mother.
That was then. It was also a time when photojournalists sent shots over the wire of hyper-reality, from a man bouncing about on the moon to the burning highways of Vietnam and everything in between. Every expression, every feeling known to man, woman and child. Photography could be an adventure, a learning experience, a window into life, anything we wanted it to be. I so wanted to be a part of it.
This is now. After years of recording family adventures, smiles, tears, the whole kit and caboodle on film, I finally moved to digital along with a move from London to New York. Where I knew no-one. Where I now walk the streets shooting people. Where with my camera I am never lonely.
Through the digital process and accumulation of posts at Nylon Daze I have been so grateful to have connected with so many talented photo-bloggers and I thank Joe from The Visual Chronicle for the invitation to be part of this exciting adventure. With the play of light and shadow, the intriguing visuals of Black & White photography lure us in to absorb and reflect. To make of it what we will. To make it our own.
Or so we hope, but then, what is the fun of photography without hope!

Street portrait.
NYC.

Roosevelt Island Tramway in the dark of an NYC night.
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