On Sunday, I stopped to take a few photos of some old men playing dominoes on the sidewalk in front of my apartment. I asked their permission first, and all but one gave it. I assured the dissenter he wouldn't be in the frame (he wasn't), but he held a hat in front of his face anyway, and scooted his chair back a couple of feet. He wasn't actually playing dominoes, but was sitting in a folding chair at the corner of the board, watching.
Another of the group, in contrast, specifically requested that I take his picture by pointing to his chest, and he stood still and stared at me with his arms by his side until I told him I was finished.
The dissenter grumbled for everyone's benefit, "I don't let people take pictures of me unless they pay me!" One of the domino-players looked squarely at him and asked, "Who the hell are you that someone would pay for your picture?"
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People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 Killer Boob. My childhood (and current!) friend Sarah talks about her experience with breast cancer on her well written and charming blog. She's an American living in Belgium and happens to be one of the best people I know. — 12.19.07 |
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