a perhaps slightly ill-advised late-night walkabout.

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It started here, at the Bell House in Brooklyn, this past Friday, on the second night of the Chickfactor 22 mini-festival.  I was having a blast.  The Clientele, one of my favorite bands, had reunited for just this one show.  The room was packed.  The set was amazing.  I was a little delirious from joy.

Which is how I ended up, after the set ended around 1 in the morning, deciding that instead of taking the subway home, or finding a cab, I would walk home, alone.  It’s not a particularly long walk — just a mile and a half, according to Google Maps — but it was after 1 in the morning.  I did it anyway.  The walk along 4th Avenue isn’t necessarily dangerous or anything — there’s decent light, and two-way traffic — but it was deserted, foot traffic-wise.  Just a lot of mechanics’ garages (mostly closed) and gas stations.  Which prompted the ill-advised part: taking out the Leica and shooting everything on the walk home.  It reminded me of the time I was at Stockholm’s Arlanda airport at night (only that time with the Leica M6 and 3200 speed film and far better architecture).

Anyhow, here’s what I saw that night — lots of lights, lots of cars, next to zero people.  Sort of awesome.  Though next time I’ll probably try to flag down a cab.

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