CHRISTOPHER LANGE
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We were having dinner at John’s on Bleecker when we noticed that someone had left a toilet on the street. Over the course of the meal, a few people stopped to look at it, and one guy even went so far as to orient it parallel to the street, from its original placement in the middle of the sidewalk…
We paid for the pie and our beers, and walked out onto the street.
So here we are, Charlie sitting on the john outside of John’s.
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I’ve known Peter for about 2 years, but we only really started talking frequently last summer. He’s a bartender at French Roast, a café in the West Village where I spend a lot of my off time when I’m not shooting.
I always look forward to sitting down for an hour or two (or three…) whenever Pete’s working. He’s a good guy.
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Frozen shadows thawed by a burst of light began to dance across the walls like raging spirits as her fingertips brushed across her shoulder.
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Phelan and I have known each other for a long time. 7 years, actually. We don’t see each other that often due to the fact that we have gone to different universities, but it’s always great to get the old crew from high school together to have fun. Last night he had a party at his place, and I shot this photograph as things were winding down.
He was totally exhausted, and was standing outside watching the stragglers stagger back to their tents and cars to sleep.
“I’m so fucking tired, man.”
I took a sip of my beer and agreed that it had been a hell of a night, but that it was totally worth it.
“There’s empty chairs up by the fire, lets go chill for a minute.”
We walked up to the fire pit and struck up a conversation with the few others that were still sitting there.
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