Showing posts with label busker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label busker. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Walk On By

Walk On By

So, um, what does this photo say about race relations in St. Louis?

You see this man here and there around downtown. Obviously a body builder and full of energy. He has a boom box that plays loud hip hop and funk, dancing, let's say, vigorously. He has a tip jar on the ground nearby but doesn't collect much. As you can see, he's pretty out there.

These three ladies walking down Broadway are desperately trying to avoid eye contact. Would they react the same way to a gentle busker playing the guitar? A white busker?

As you know, Ferguson is one of our suburbs.                           

Saturday, August 21, 2010

I Am So Out Of Material...

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...mostly from tons of work to clear before I travel, that I'm going deep into the archives. This was shot in Dublin in October, 2002. Heaven knows what kind of camera I was using back then. I remember this man: his jacket was worn, his expression was sad and his music was sweet. What will the city be like when we get there next week?