Showing posts with label new york. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new york. Show all posts
10.3.10
wednesday
a cadre of old italians leading even older italians down the street. When they came face to face with a group of jewish folks doing the exact same thing there was a veritable road block, one of the widest avenues in the neighborhood completely strangled by geriatrics.
4.3.10
thursday
A man telling an animated story to a woman wearing those gigantic glasses that go over prescription glasses. They made her appear indifferent as he said, "She say 'don't be playing all mr. nice guy wit me mothafucka. I'm the one let you outta jail, tough guy.' I said, 'bitch what is it? mr. nice or mr. tough?" Stomping his feet and waving his arms with nearly every syllable while the woman stared back like a television set, he continued "Cause maybe you forgot, i'm OUT that mothafucka now and you know..." Even the slowest walker couldnt have found a reason to stay within earshot. So goes the walk to work.
A policeman walking with purpose down the steps of the highschool, looking at me then scanning every young man on the street, finally making eye contact with a plainclothesman coming out of another door to the school. He made a gesture that said, "I dont know where the hell he went," to which the plainclothesman responded with another gesture. Crossing his wrists behind his back and wrenching them into the air he said it all.
A policeman walking with purpose down the steps of the highschool, looking at me then scanning every young man on the street, finally making eye contact with a plainclothesman coming out of another door to the school. He made a gesture that said, "I dont know where the hell he went," to which the plainclothesman responded with another gesture. Crossing his wrists behind his back and wrenching them into the air he said it all.
3.3.10
wednesday
a young man smoking a cigarette with panache, strutting with a limp so hard he seemed to move sideways like a crab. he peered out from under a tweed newsboy cap that matched his jacket, smiling at the ladies and licking his lips between exaggerated puffs. he wore blue polyester pants and the featureless black shoes common to janitors and security guards.
a red haired man wearing a porkpie hat and malcom x glasses eating a cheese pastry like a chimp. as he chewed his mouth went up and down his face in a circle from the end of his chin to the base of his nose. a banana could not have made him more simian.
a red haired man wearing a porkpie hat and malcom x glasses eating a cheese pastry like a chimp. as he chewed his mouth went up and down his face in a circle from the end of his chin to the base of his nose. a banana could not have made him more simian.
1.3.10
monday
a man with a perfectly shaved head wearing a black velvet blazer complete with a dazzling glittery button. he was indignantly smoking a cigarette in front of the sign that read, "no se fumar."
26.2.10
PIcture Repost!
MULLET MAN! I see him around all the time and despite that fact that he has a fashionable disposition begging for open mockery he terrifies me. The drawing is a little Mike Judge but it looks pretty close to the real man. The first post I ever made about him is as follows: oct 1: "A terrifying man with a mullet in a pony tail, gelled top, tapered sweats tucked into no-name sneakers, 40oz and a bagel in hand. He moved fast as hell and I was afraid of making eye contact with such a strange beast."
Then:
oct 3: "The same mullet dude from a couple days ago! A tiny lunatic on a huge bike was ringing the bell on his handlebars, heckling "don't be jealous just because you dont got one of these" (RING RING!). The mullet man replied, "I got a hundred of those" and walked away fast as hell, 40oz in hand."
Most recently:
feb 16: "Mullet man with a fresh cut talking on the phone, leaning on his snow shovel, standing in those terrific shoes, leering at the world."
Picture Repost!
You can see the original post here: that one day. http://iseebrooklyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday_17.html
It's not as terrifying as the real thing but it's been a while since I posted a pic so I put it up. I think this one may be revisited.
friday
The good men of Brooklyn shoveling the sidewalks with varying scruples. Some dig a hasty shovel-width path. As pedestrians walk past these shovelers pause their shoveling but, irritated by everything that prolongs their exposure, refuse to yield their fresh shovel-width. Some dig big haphazard trails, clearing great uneven swaths of sidewalk yelling to their neighbors or blasting radios as they do it. These are the rosy cheeked fellows (or at least as rosy as their race permits) who look up at everyone, smiling in the flakes and saying things like "How are ya?!" and "Can you believe it?!" and "Look at all this cocksuckin' snow." Some paths are already filling in, having been shoveled and salted from stoop to street first thing in the morning. These paths reek of landlords.
25.2.10
thursday
A man wearing sunglasses on the subway doing magic tricks out of an old lady's shopping cart.
One of those old rich ladies who, in the slushy gap between snow and rain (when one cannot don furs), cannot seem to dress herself. An otherwise fastidiously fashionable woman who piles layers and layers of ill-coordinated and expensive garments on top of on another then finishes it all off with a pair of D&G Wellingtons. Incidentally, she was crying.
One of those old rich ladies who, in the slushy gap between snow and rain (when one cannot don furs), cannot seem to dress herself. An otherwise fastidiously fashionable woman who piles layers and layers of ill-coordinated and expensive garments on top of on another then finishes it all off with a pair of D&G Wellingtons. Incidentally, she was crying.
20.2.10
19.2.10
friday
a mother and two children with identical pig noses, shark teeth and basketball heads. singularly they might have been ugly, as a group they were perfectly adorable.
the sour faced woman at the bodega who, despite seeing me five or six times a week, has smiled at me only once: when I tried to speak spanish.
the sour faced woman at the bodega who, despite seeing me five or six times a week, has smiled at me only once: when I tried to speak spanish.
18.2.10
17.2.10
wednesday
A lumbering beast of a man with a nose the shape of a deli pickle indiscriminately asking pedestrians for cigarettes. He was so animated and hideous that Jim Henson would have flushed with envy. Despite a concerted effort on his part to be polite, he yelled directly into my face "I"M SORRY TO BOTHER YOU SIR BUT MAY I BUY A CIGARETTE FROM YOU? I HAVE SEVENTY FIVE CENTS!" I had no cigarettes. He offered the next person a dollar.
A pair of clear-eyed twin boys fiddling with something electronic. Their faces mirrored malice and incuriosity.
A pair of clear-eyed twin boys fiddling with something electronic. Their faces mirrored malice and incuriosity.
11.2.10
thursday
A fat man in loafers attempting to reach a gypsy cab. In his path was what amounts to Mount Everest in NYC: the junk laden snow pile between the sidewalk and the street. The place where the snow plows and sidewalk shovelers' refuse collides with one another to form a turgid impassible booby trap. The fat man girlishly scrambled up and down the block (nearly on tip toes) looking for safe passage... finding none. Finally he poked, prodded and stepped out with abandon...
After a moment of wriggling he extracted his leg, revealing the giant underground lake his loafer had just discovered. He looked like he might cry as he scanned the block, searching for another route.
1.2.10
PIcture Repost! Liberty
Liberty Tax Service: This is remarkably close to how this man really looked.You can see the original post here: Happy Tax
I usually try to give these people the dignity of looking them in the eye and saying no to their trash and generally they give me distance. This guy not only refused to rescind the card but actually blocked my path out of the subway. Two days prior I saw him walking to the bus in the rain, looking even more bedraggled so my indignance was overcome by sympathy and a healthy fear of mold.
Picture Repost again, Holy Smokes!
Holy Fop. This guy was awesome. I'm not sure I really captured his essence (tacky) but I'm pleased with the picture even if it has nothing to do with the post. Check out the original here: teamster salon time
Again, if you have any requests for drawings, I'm open to hearing them. Beware though, I will likely ruin your idea of what I saw.
23.1.10
january twenty dos: i saw on my walk to work today:
a visage of myself walking on the sunny side of the street, sipping the mexican soda on which i spent my last dollar.
the middle-eastern carpenters next to the office cooking hotdogs on a rusty old grill. presumably they were all beef.
the middle-eastern carpenters next to the office cooking hotdogs on a rusty old grill. presumably they were all beef.
22.1.10
Picture Repost!
I didnt leave the office last night so I dont have anything to report from my walk. Here are a couple pictures to ease the pain.
You can see the original here: december something
You can see the original post here: January Something
You can see the original here: december something
You can see the original post here: January Something
21.1.10
january twentyone- i saw on my walk to work today:
Two shirtless young men smoking through the bars in their window.
A doll faced girl texting through traffic.
Two cops, one fat one with a tiny hat and one skinny one with a giant hat.
A doll faced girl texting through traffic.
Two cops, one fat one with a tiny hat and one skinny one with a giant hat.
20.1.10
Picture Repost!
You can read the original post here: January fourteenth or something.
You can see the original post here: January Fifteenth
Picture Repost! 01-08
you can see the original text here: January Eighth
I'm going to try to create paintings and drawings and other crap based on my memory of the things i see. I wont post them the same day because: 1. I'm get too absorbed in the drawings and end up spending way too much time on them. 2. They rarely represent anything close to the actual imagery. 3. I dont want my crude mashings to interfere with the reader's imagination. Ya dig?
If you have a specific day you'd like to see illustrated I would be happy to hear suggestions. Otherwise it will just be my favorites and the ones that are easy to draw.
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