Photo by myself in the East Village, around 2nd Avenue and 9th Street.
Above, a photo from my stash that I've been holding onto for the longest time. The weather was perfect and people were chatting and dining on the sidewalk. As you can see, just about everyone wears jeans in the East Village.
I took this photo one afternoon last November, when the light was turning golden. Many photographers call this time 'magic hour'. Everything looks good during 'magic hour'.
In the background, you can see the billboard for Stomp, the percussive dance performance that has been running for over 15 years.
I had no idea that Stomp was created by two choreographers in Brighton, UK. Because of its urban connotations, (men and women dancing wildly in jeans and t-shirts, beating out rhythyms with brooms and garbage can lids), the show has lodged itself in the East Village, a grungy, arty neighborhood. It seems much more New York than Britain.
Mark and I have yet to see the show, but I'm certain it's amazing. I hope it stays around another 15 years.
You can see some video of the show on their website, here.
Related posts: City Portraits - The East Village, On Eight Million Stories and St. Mark's Place and A Moment Alone in the East Village.