NYC (1)

 “Everything in New York is a photograph. All the things that are supposed to be dirty or rough or unrefined are the most beautiful things. Garbage cans at the ends of alleyways look like they’ve been up all night talking with each other. Doorways with peeling paint look like the wise lines around an old feller’s eyes. I stop and stare but can’t stay because men always think I’m selling something. Or worse, giving something away. Or at least I wish I didn’t look like someone they want to look at. They stop being a part of the picture, they get up from their chess game and come out of the frame at me, blocking my view…”

Ann-Marie MacDonald

 

 

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