lazing.
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Just another lazy Saturday at the local.
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red hook.
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Over the long holiday weekend, my pal Nick and I met up in Red Hook, an industrial part of Brooklyn that, over the last 10-15 years or so, has flourished into a bit of residential community of sorts, inbetween the old warehouses to the west and the ballfields and tire shops to the east. It’s an area that was also hit quite hard by Hurricane Sandy a couple of years ago. It has since gotten back on its feet, with various new developments closer to the waterfront and a handful of new restaurants. It’s also a *great* place to spend an afternoon with a camera or two.
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found.
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I found an unused roll of Fuji Superia 400 on my desk last weekend. Pretty sure it was expired to boot. Threw it into my old Nikon FE and took it for a spin. Here’s some of what I captured over the course of two days.
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waiting.
Seen this past weekend in my Brooklyn neighborhood.
landscaping.
Los Angeles, in all its peculiar landscaping glory.
Above: Parking Lot | Pasadena. Top: Apartment Building | Fairfax District.
housekeeping.
Hi everyone. No images here, because something wonky is afoot with WordPress and my image links. Am investigating now, but it basically means no new photos for a little while until I figure out what’s up. Cheers!
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Update: we’re back! Here’s a photo for good measure.
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this is new york city.
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Captured Saturday afternoon, on the F train platform at Delancey Street. To view larger, click here.
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lower east side.
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Late afternoon, Sunday. I love this town.
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lúcia
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Just a month old, born to two of my favorite people, she is my favorite person right now. I could watch her and her incredibly expressive eyebrows for hours.
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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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hong-an tran 