These are photos from 2010. That year I started to get more comfortable with the idea of shooting people while out and about. I’m still working on that. It’s hard for a nice Canadian boy who respects your personal space to get all up in it.
2010 was also the year I sold my Nikon D90 and gear and moved over to a Canon 5D Mark II. I try not to fetishize photo equipment too much but that’s a great camera and I saved up to buy quality lenses for it and that’s why I’m a better person now. It’s all the gear. Don’t let anyone tell you different. If you don’t buy thousands of dollars of gear you can’t be a good photographer. Just ask B&H.
Check out the other parts of the series: one, three and four.
This cabbie is having a bad day.
Admit No Strangers. Be Firm.
Christ the King, Christ it’s snowy.
There’s no sad like the sad of soggy popcorn.
I want this sign.
A man sits down at the Tkts booth in Times Square. Did you spot the airplane? Look closer.
Will. Our favourite guy whose name should be Chet but is not.
Shot under the start of the Hudson Parkway ramp at Riverside Park and 59th.
Zoom Goes the Taxi
Age and identity in Central Park’s North Woods.
Lasker Rink in Central Park is drained for repairs.
Ringing up some fish in Queens.
A carriage horse waits for passengers in Central Park.
The crosstown bus is an exciting ride.
86th and Columbus at 4am.
No Parking Anytime
Hey babe. How you doing?
The sports yard at Louis D. Brandeis school just after an evening shower.
A man reads a newspaper at the locking dock of a Meatpacking District warehouse.
A woman gets some writing done on her lunch hour at concert seating set up at Lincoln Center.
An all-night fruit vendor on Columbus Avenue sleeps on a make-shift bed inside his fruit cart.
A warehouse in Queens.
Getting the staredown in front of a supermarket on 100th.
Sunset in Riverside Park.
A lone air conditioner peaks out of a community center on the Upper East Side.
Entrance to a parking garage near the Queensboro Bridge.
A group of practicing pigeons is called a flock.
Missed connection on the Upper West Side.
The blood moon of a lunar eclipse tries to hide among Christmas lights.