Forget the disco era, the 1970s in New York City was all about danger. With pimps and prostitutes populating the streets, an economic collapse and a crime-filled subway system, the streets of Manhattan were gritty and dark. Check out photographer Leland Bobbe’s shots of New York during a period when it hit an all-time low … While the Bowery is now a place filled with hipsters, boutiques and luxury hotels, it was once the playground for prostitution. Here, two hookers walk the street while a third negotiates with a male customer.
As grim as these photographs may be - portraying a city of violence, crime and desperation - I can’t help but imagine myself witnessing those scenes and documenting them (we were assigned by a fellow student to go through these images and I’ve been obsessed ever since.) Side note: they may be prostitutes, but I dig their look.
My review of Andrea Mary Marshall’s ‘Sacred/Iconic’ exhibition is up! I also interviewed the artist in the newest issue of ROOMS which has yet to come out. Elvis and a geisha have a lot more in common than you think…
While watching Alt-J play live at Melt Festival this summer, I completely drifted into a emotion-filled well. ‘Fitzpleasure’ was the only song I knew, but when they started playing ‘Taro’… Cliché as it may sound, my heart skipped a beat. Period.
“I just want to have a good time. Can’t I have fun for the rest of my life? Just go where the wind blows. Here he comes, yeah he caught my eye. And we made love to the moonlight. Just go where the wind blows…”—Coco O. - “Where The Wind Blows”
This track is pure bliss. It could easily be the soundtrack to a movie about a man having lived many lives (don’t ask why, though). It leaves me pensive and I immediately drift into daydream mode. I sometimes forget how powerful music can be… There aren’t many like the great Yusuf (who was once Cat Stevens).
ps I highly recommend the entire album. It’s kinda sick.
This melody reminds me of a beautiful day, sitting in a romantic garden or at a family gathering. It’s exquisite and quite frankly reaffirms how I need a time machine to go back in time and just witness the marvel that classical music is.