New York City is a breeding ground for inspiring moments, with its ever-changing landscapes, establishments and inhabitants. Every day in the city, I strive to capture and document these moments, whether it’s through a photo, a Tweet, or a conversation. Here, on my third year as a Brooklyn resident from California, I offer you my visual perspective.
Here is a photo-walk of my life in the city using the iPhone and nothing else.
The photo featured was taken on the Red Hook promenade. These shots could be further processed by the iPhone applications — altering color, contrast, and other properties. Do they enhance or distract? Quality cannot be comparable to that of a “real” camera, but are these still compelling enough to capture storytelling moments? Follow me as I explore the Polaroid of our time.
Here is my bike over a pedestrian-only bridge to Randall’s Island. It was less than two years ago when I was afraid to ride over my first bridge, the Brooklyn Bridge. Now, I can’t separate from that saddle and I’m on my bike more often than on train or foot. This season I spent months bike shop hopping before settling on this bike, a Salsa Casseroll Single. Great fit, style and comfort for a short lady! Here I will discuss the experiences and issues—how and why, ultimately, cycling is my favorite form of transportation.
I look down at my shoes a lot. It’s the best self-portrait I could capture without looking at a reflection. But it’s not just capturing the shoes; it’s more about continuously taking in your surroundings. Look up or look down… at your shoes. Here I’m on an East Village rooftop, a favorite warm weather hangout, sipping on coffee.
What’s a city experience like when you’re inside, in a digital world, separated by windows, cubicles, rows and empty spaces? Five days a week, my relationship to the outside world is perfectly framed through a window. My company’s headquarter is situated in the busy shopping-district neighborhood of SoHo.
The city feels almost fake if you watch it go by without being an active participant. I take my work breaks seriously and walk the streets midday, even if I’m not hungry. One day, I found this abandoned padlock in an empty lot between fancy boutiques and cafes. I believe you don’t have to travel far for these neat finds—it could be on the most ordinary and familiar blocks.
My roommate and I waited for hours in the Brooklyn Supreme Court central jury room. Can anything in this room be worth taking a photo of? I took note of the flowery seats that went so well with the color of my roommate’s socks. I was also fascinated by the texture and contrast of the seat and floor. That’s what I do; photographing even in the dullest situations.