http://24flinching.com/word/headline/subway-lifeblood/
these images are so beautiful. a completely different time in new york city's (and our country's) history. as a kid growing up in the 80s I went into the city from nearby new jersey - hanging onto my fathers pinky finger, small enough to be looking at street people eye level. It was colorful, exciting, frightening, and it provoked me on every level. it liberated me from mainstream america, and I distinctly remember the moment that I felt that beauty could be many many things, perfection came off of its alter and could be there for me to re-see and redefine. this moment happened in the car as I sifted through images. I remember how it felt, this discovery exploding inside of me. it brought a sense of private liberation in early childhood, it was mine. After this moment I see that I chose to try and understand the world through this lens.
and as I got older, i would go to surrender myself - to run straight into the sense of endless possibility that it offered, a place to become everything, to disappear into, and over and over, to be delivered to myself.
everything in me has always said yes to this city that has become the great love of my life, this place that stays with me wherever i go or live. I'm glad i got to see a little piece of it like it was then, a place with more color and soul than it has now.
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