Ahh... New York, with me basking in the post-911 golobal warming summertime sun made for this inpired exhausing shot. At the top of this month I went back east just to get away from the special brand of monotony of the city where I reside ,LA.
My trip this time was much different though. I've been to NYC several times and even lived in Bay Ridge Brooklyn for a time. The pace was understandably different. Below is a picture I took on the same city block just a few months before 911.
Put out and APB for the breakdancers! What happened to the breakdancers Bloomberg?
The SHRINE TO DEATH, b.k.a Ground Zero was the low point of my trip- not only because of what I saw but becuase of what I felt. Like a woman who has been raped and forced to face here attacker daily, Ground Zero is a wound at a nexus point in NYC that needs to be healed and closed.
I was forced to search for pizza by the slice and not the pie, and take the train to get a tattoo at Kingdom tattoos in Greenwhich only a mother could love It will be nearly 10 years this next coming September since 911, and I didn't even witness a foundation being laid for whatever ingenious monument will be erected on this site. What I did witness was a cantankerous peddler selling his Kinko's crafted memorbilia entitled "Remember the Tragedy"....as if we can forget! Before making my way back on to the blistering C-train from Chambers Avenue (my last name) I made a point to let this guy know he was making money off of death and his karma card would be properly charged. Policemen were notably more friendly I notice, the shopping in the area also took a great dive as well, making the trip highly uncharisteristic of my past stints in the Big Apple. Ground Zero is a worm in the Big Apple that needs to be salted STAT!
