Two, when I took the above right photo I was amazed that there was an actual storefront for psychic readings. As I continued to walk through the city my surprise became oh, there’s another one…click. Given the New York rent I found the sheer number of these psychic storefronts to almost be another wonder of the modern-day world. Somehow they stand in direct contradiction to the stereotypical New Yorker image. I think that most would view New Yorkers as practical and pragmatic but not esoteric.
Three, I finally heard the words, “those lo-fi people,” this remark came after my bright orange Holgaroid literally fell apart while I was setting up for the above right picture (I’ll leave the spirits out of it). It didn’t fall apart because its cheap or lo-fi, it fell apart because it had been bumping around in my luggage, and I should have checked it before setting up. Film, lo-fi, analog are not dirty words; and repeat. Trump on the other hand seems to be at least in the Big Apple.
Every cabbie that I took wanted to talk about how (I’ll keep it clean) hard Trump is. If anyone has not been to New York lately it is without question a multi-cultural hard working city and his opinions have everyone talking. I passed by Trump Tower. It has beautiful gold letters, a doorman with white gloves and it screams exclusive. This building could also stand as a perfect metaphor for the man and his politics.