Photo by myself in Chinatown, around Bowery and Chrystie Streets.
I took this photo from the car, as Mark was driving.
I like it for its timelessness. The signage is really what makes the photo, as well as the nondescript fashion of the pedestrians.
The telephone number on the sign only has 7-digits, as it was back in the day when Manhattan was limited to the (212) area code, and Brooklyn was (718). Now with faxes, 800-numbers and cellphones, telephone prefixes have lost much of their exclusivity.
Lately I've been looking into the International Center of Photography in Midtown. I've visited the museum there, which exhibits all types of photography. One of their current exhibits featuring Richard Avedon's fashion photography runs through September.
The ICP also offers dozens of amazing photography classes on digital, film, retouching and documentary photography for students of all levels. I'm planning to take a course this summer. The only question is which one?
I have to say, I'm a little nervous. It's easy to be pursue photography on my own time in isolation. Standing in the same room as other serious photographers is a different story. But I'm eager to learn as much as I can, so any experience is bound to be positive.
Flipping through the school catalogue is absolutely impressive. You can take a seminar on digital photography, get criticism from a photographer from National Geographic, focus on portraiture or even street photography. They also have a one-year intensive program toward a degree.
I'll keep you updated on whether I wind up taking a class this summer and how it goes!
For a look at the ICP coursebook, click here.
Related posts: Live from Chinatown, Nearly Perfect and On the Sidewalk, Chinatown.