I shot this on a long night in the MPD. I was tired, hungry, and my shirt was soaked through with sweat. I made a few photographs of this girl sitting on the windowsill of Ports on Gansevoort street, and descended into the 14th Street A/C subway station to head back into Brooklyn.
A couple of weeks ago (two or three, I can’t remember), I was down at my usual spot on Little West 12th and 9th ave, waiting for something interesting to happen, and shooting the breeze with Teddy.
I saw this guy coming from halfway down towards Brass Monkey, and had a chuckle at the fact that he would jump and grab onto every crossbar of the scaffolding near Pastis as he walked under. His girlfriend found it hilarious, but a little embarrassing, I’m sure.
But of course, how could they refuse when I ran over, Hasselblad in hand, twisting the focusing ring into (what felt like) an approximately correct position before I could even glance at the ground-glass.
He jumped up for the cross-bar once again, all the while dragging on his cigarette, and began doing pull-up reps. With each lift, the embers of his cigarette hissed a bright cherry red, and receded into darkness as he released the tension in his muscles. I sent two frames through the film gate, and nodded knowingly at the couple as he finished one final pull-up, and descended to the ground with a *thud*.
I still had plenty of film left, and with the night having such an amusing start, I knew it was going to be a good one.
I checked my frame count and walked into Pastis for a Mother’s Milk stout and some conversation.
UNTITLED (SELF PORTRAIT) by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
…and how is everyone else doing tonight?
I want all of you in front of my lens, and that shouldn’t be a problem.
#narcissism.
Nick greeted me at the door, and waved me past the bouncers and coat check.
Friends are good to have.
He returned to the booth to keep playing his set, but handed me a few drink tickets before disappearing up the stairs. So far so good. The music was loud (the system is pretty decent at the Griffin), and I managed to maneuver through the cloud of cologne and perfume that represented the dancefloor, and make it to the bar.
“I’ll have the darkest beer you’ve got”
These places generally have an amazing selection of cocktails, but very poor beer selection. I’m told that dark beer is not a possibility. I remembered having a Blue Moon there once before, so I ordered one of those and found a place to sit back and relax.
The group was the usual sort, annoying financier types and their overdone women composed the majority, but there were a few genuinely interesting people there.
She’s one of them. I don’t know her name, or even remember her face, but she had a book in her purse, a copy of JD Salinger’s 9 Stories.
Most girls that go to out to clubs don’t keep books in their purses.
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So, if you ever want to impress someone, wear whatever you like, but keep a good book in your bag.
PASTIS [11.11.2011] by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
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