Every now and then I see a face that I am compelled to photograph. If I fail to react to that impulse I leave feeling a deep sense of lost opportunity. A very heightened awareness that I have missed something very special. And I so often do this. I walk away. Crippled with self doubt and rationalizations. I was not going to let it happen this time. Maybe its because I was in Brooklyn NY and feeling empowered, maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the glorious light that made me feel “you can’t fail here”. Maybe it was none of these reasons. I happened upon this bar in Brooklyn…and she was there…and the camera just had to come out.
I began writing this post as an homage of sorts to the romantic nature of little spots one can happen upon that carry a stage setting appeal. Evelyn Waugh’s low door in the wall, if you will. Places where time stands in parenthesis and all is illuminated. And then I thought – who am I fooling – to hell with all the waxing lyrical about time and place – these pictures are owned by the girl.