(From photophobia):
Photography is useful to me when I am having some trouble participating in the scrum of nightlife due to my damned and blessed sobriety: I can wander around taking pictures while my senses decompress (they are compacted by constant din and visual spectacle), then return to the bar to down another Red Bull.
Chelsea’s has to cover their beautiful sign with a tarp to prevent the float riders of the St. Patrick’s Day Parade from breaking it to pieces with their throws: more evidence of J’s assertion that the floats are just “frat-sleds.” But I like it nevertheless.
It was a wet day and a wet night: blue pools where the wetness gave the light traction.
