
300 East 96th St



When I was a boy, living in the tall building in the background, right, there was a playground on this site which we called Whitey’s because the man who managed it was a Black man named Whitey. I can remember applying to him for the puck and sticks for an air hockey table that was sometimes set up there. The playground was a victim of the 2nd Avenue subway construction that went on for years and years (decades, really) before being abandoned (and eventually resuscitated). This is part of my project to capture memories from local residents as the neighborhood is rapidly gentrified.






The Riverside Park Promenade on Christmas Day, eerily empty.



Who says New York is all high-rise apartment blocks?

Bas reliefs on either side of the door of what looks like a luxury apartment building that must have been renovated in an old stable or carriage house.





More images I considered, but didn’t pick for Urban Exoticism.
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I had a cousin who was an optician. He offered me an after-school job at his shop. He told me he’d teach me how to work the lens-grinding machine but to be careful lest I fall in and make a spectacle of myself.
Some more urban night shots from the archive.
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Some more of the 70+ images that didn’t make the grade for submitting to Urban Exoticism.
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I continue with samples of images I rejected from my Urban Exoticism contest submission.
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