Orchard Road is Singapore’s equivalent of Rodeo Drive or Madison Avenue: it’s the country’s premier shopping center. Last week was my third trip to Singapore, and I had been to Orchard Road during the day many times. This trip’s jet lag however brought me out on a walk at 5am. Orchard Road at that hour turned out to be quiet and somewhat eerie.
The collection of over 1,000 gargoyles (animal-like) and grotesques (humanlike) at the City College of New York is spectacular. Each figure has its own character and personality while the stylistic integrity of the collection as a whole makes it a joy to explore and photograph.
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Every now and then you meet someone that is eccentric in such a way that upon first meeting them, you find yourself in disbelief of the their very existence. You couldn’t have imagined such a character. How could they possibly be real? This was the case with Marko.
After spending years in Bolivia as a botanist, Marko decided to use his airfare money home to purchase a piece of property in the obscure and remote town of Quime, Bolivia. This decision sealed Marko’s fate and forever tied him to Bolivia. Roughly 30 years have passed and Marko has transformed his plot of land into a luxurious (by Bolivian standards) home with a garden full of various plants. I was surprised to hear that no mail comes to Quime. Marko expressed no discouragment by this, adding that if he ever wanted to buy something like a microscope, he would just take the 6 hr. bus ride into town. With only rare visitors like myself to keep him company, Marko’s typical weeks of isolation have led to a disposition that is both eccentric and nostalgic. I felt as if I was talking with someone from a different time.
The city of Potosí, Bolivia (the word “potosí” meaning “a fortune” in Spanish) was once one of the largest cities in the world and the silver mining capital of the Spanish Empire, where an estimated 8 million miners died as a result. The silver has long dried up and what’s left of Potosí today is an impoverished city with hints of a grander past.
As I explored the city center and nearby streets, I was intrigued by the nostalgic appeal of the doors to people’s homes. The worn surfaces and faded colors give the doors a lot of character. But besides their rustic charm, I think they are also symbolic and illustrative of Potosí’s underlying spirit today.
This gentleman interested me because he looked like the quintessential traveling writer. I took a few photos of him, but as with most good street portraits, it’s the first or second shot that ends up being the final select. During the first shot, the person hasn’t had time to be self-conscious of their appearance yet. The first glance is when people are the most real.
51% of the votes went to the Upper East Side and 49% to the Lower East Side. I’m surprised to see how close the vote came. I personally like the qualities of both. I like that fashion on the LES is very bold, edgy, and creative. I also like the classic and beautiful clothing and accessories found on the UES.
Thank you to the women who participated and to my wife Maria, who was a big help in selecting the outfits as we walked around town.
As with many cities around the world, neighborhoods in New York City vary drastically from each other. Uptown and Downtown are two different worlds. The most contrast, I’d say, is between the Lower East Side and the Upper East Side. Fashion is just one illustration of this contrast. Both are very hip in their own ways. What do you think? Vote now for your favorite.
Voting ends on 6/21
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I recently found old slides from my childhood that I decided to have scanned. They reminded me of my start in photography, and were fun to look back on. The ones I’m showing today are from a roadtrip in 8th grade.
During the summer before high school, the junior high I attended offered an optional roadtrip out west. Put simply, a bunch of crazy 13 year olds loaded into an unairconditioned yellow school bus with the school principle and some teachers, bless their hearts. As the favored photographer of the trip, I still remember Mrs. Richie, the science teacher, giving explicit instructions to stay on the trails and never venture off of them. She would add “but Donnie, if you see something you’d like to photograph, go for it”. Anyway, I found these 2 photos I took of a sod house from the trip. I still remember the exposure oddly enough, 30 seconds at f/11 with a 28mm lens.