I’ve often said that what separates New Yorkers from the tourists is their alarming ability to remain unimpressed by absolutely everything. In the midst of all the amazing goings-on of The City, they dismiss everything as old-hat.
Here, surrounded by tourists snapping pictures and gabbing incessantly, a local finds solace against a flag pole. I can only imagine that in his mind, he’s secretly cursing Christo and Jeanne-Claude for bringing such a swarm of shutterbugs to interrupt him on his Saturday morning stroll.
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The ever-vigilant NYPD makes sure the tourists don’t get out of hand.
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In February of 2005, when New York City was plagued by bitter cold, dull, dreary weather, and leaden skies, something incredible happened.
Central Park, full of dead-looking brown trees, burst into life in waves of bright construction-site orange as one of the largest installation art pieces hit the city.
The Gates, brainchild of Christo and Jeanne-Claude, drew as much criticism as it did acclamation. A slight wind ruffled the curtains of The Gates and parted the clouds just enough for some welcome sunshine and brilliant blue skies to burst through.
I headed out with my roommates and my camera to shoot the tourists as much as the exhibition. I was puzzled to find this baby carriage left abandoned, with a skateboard neatly tucked in under a blanket.
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