METROPOLITANS — no one in particular

Some farewells are mundane...others are momentous. Grand Central Terminal, NY.

"Everything suddenly seems displaced, subtle gradations erase borders, but it’s more forceful than that." - Bret Easton Ellis

First Light.

Caught in the whirlwind of Grand Central.

The Tourist.

Great Artists.

She felt a deep contempt for the dim blues and mauves of the world.

"Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair." Lord Byron

Mr. Uemura

Reunion. Even she couldn't predict how her body would react when she saw him.

Bridal memories.

"Now is the time to become a myth." - Diane Von Furstenberg

"The Eye Receiving [...]"

"[...] But also the eye intercepting. The eye intercepts the continual intercourse between light and the surfaces which reflect and absorb it. Separate objects are like isolated words. Meaning is only to be found in the relation between them." - John Berger. Excerpt from The Sense of Sight.

Into the inferno.

Jungle Gym.

Lost in a sea of thoughts.

Strange animals.

Under the El I.

Under the El II.

Training Day.

A healthy dose of skepticism.

"I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose" - Sylvia Plath

Lost in another world.

Plastic shroud.

The hot dog stand.

Coffee & Cigarettes.

A different angle.

"The wild effects of the light enchained me to an examination of individual faces; and although the rapidity with which the world of light flitted before the window prevented me from casting more than a glance upon each visage, still it seemed that, in my peculiar mental state, I could frequently read, even inthat brief interval of a glance, the history of long years" excerpt from Man of the Crowd by Edgar Allen Poe

Commuter.

He relished the time when all the chairs were animated with friends now long gone.

Bus Stop.

There's something strange out the window.

"She has a way with words, red lipstick, and making an entrance." Kate Spade

Dreaming in earmuffs.

Wandering minds in the Heartland.

Split second gaze.

A secret rendezvous.

The Lunch Appointment.

Stretch sample.

The cosmonaut of letter carriers.

He always made time to watch the sunset.

The tour.

Woman in black surrendered by her satchel.

Pussy Hat.

They say you can tell a lot about a man from his stride. He was determined.

Deep in the forest in the cold of winter in a crude cabin lives a mountain man.

Protest.

Brunch time protestors.

Un-American.

Redemption window.

Subway seductress.

"The time of day or the density of the light, adhering to the face keeps it lively and intact in a recurring wave of arrival" -John Ashbery

Going shopping.

Gold lining.

Her headdress danced in the shadow like the flickering flame of candle light.

Winter's cloak.

He stared at that duffel bag every night...and now the day had finally come.

Smooth operator.

Woman in the red hijab.

"Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance." -Yoko Ono

Turned around.

Journey down Broadway.

In the folds of a dark trench coat, layered deeply beneath hidden pockets was one of his most guarded secrets.

She caught his glance...

...and said two can play this game.

Red is the first color you lose sight of at twilight.

Sister reflections.

Silhouette by the green globe.

Dance when no one's looking.

Mirror.

"So you think you see me, see the darkness like molasses. But you're seeing your reflection in the shades of my sunglasses" - Kirchhoefer

Creatures in disguise.

Windswept.

"The multitudinous seas incarnadine" Macbeth Act 2, scene 2, 54-60

Woman in the red beret.

Amongst silhouettes.

Outskirts of Gotham.

The presenter.

It was all part of a facade.

Two old pals.

Incognito.

Between the stripes.

The director.

He couldn't believe his eyes, but there it was.

It's a page turner today.

An important phone call.

Intersection.

Urban professional.

His mind wandered, hat cocked and gaze weighed down.

Tall observations.

A sudden reminiscence and it struck him that he suddenly had no idea where he was.

Frozen treat.

Forest green.

Cubana painter.

Sightlines.

Summer refill.

"Time, devourer of all things" - Ovid, Metamorphoses.

Sunday soda pop.

On fire.

Day turns into night and night turns into day. Her ink was still flowing.

Neck & neck.

"R.I.P. John Cortese"

An overturned milk crate.

A pause for a neighbor unseen.

"An empty cart rattles loudly"

Waiting for the buzzer.

Barstools.

Fountainside chats.

The great escape.

Even then, his presence still filled the room.

Lost at Washington Square.

Dog walk.

A long walk.

She floated above the crowds, unaware as they were of her presence.

The pianist's glance.

Red tracksuit.

Hopeless romantic.

There was a spring in his step - he finally felt like things were going his way.

A long crosswalk light.

He couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him.

A parting wave.

Leave a note.

"I was expecting you."

The fox & the rabbit.

Subway Steeples.

Bracketed by red, white & blue.

Star of his own international spy thriller.

Motherly instincts.

"Waiting for you at Pershing Square."

Sunshine & Cigarettes I

Sunshine & Cigarettes II

On top of the world.

Red fur.

Foot traffic.

"I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all....a day.....an hour." George R.R. Martin