late july, lower east side.
22 Jul 2011
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It is hot and sticky and just all around sweaty here in the city. In these conditions, the imprecision of a Lomo seems to capture the haze and lethargy pretty well; as an added heatwave bonus, there’s no focusing mechanism on the Lomo lens, so there’s one less thing to expend energy on — more movement = more sweatiness. I need to go lay down beside my air conditioner right now.
(What in god’s name are those guys doing playing basketball in this heat? I’m getting sweaty just looking at that photograph.)
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(I know those boxes are probably empty, but the idea of fresh seafood languishing in this heat does not inspire confidence. Or appetite.)
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hong-an tran 
“Probably” being the operative word.
Busted fire hydrants have been my guilty pleasure. I get to feel like a child again, running through them. But part of me thinks it’s such a waste of water, especially when they don’t get shut off for days.