Photo by myself, at 35th Street and Sixth Avenue.
An older gentleman named John posed for me on the street corner, Tuesday morning.
Next to the subway exit, there was a man leaning against a phone booth. He looked like he'd seen better days. His face was weathered, he was muttering and gazing into space. The fingernails of both hands were very long.
I snuck back to take a candid, but before I could, he spotted me and asked whether I would take his photo. He became very animated and excited, looking around for people to pose with him.
When he saw the photo in the LCD screen, he gave me a large, toothy smile. I wish I'd gotten more out of him like how long he's lived in the city, but he was very difficult to understand.
The Portrait Series is a once-in-a-while installment, featuring New Yorkers encountered on the street.
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