Well, as a bald white guy...I get this a lot in certain neighborhoods.
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
And, I'm not exactly the cop type personality wise.
furcafe
Veteran
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
As you know I got mistaken for a cop once in Long Island City because my Luna Pro light meter was mistaken as a badge holder by some truck driver.
"About time you got here," he said. And then when I said, "Excuse me?" the driver mentioned how he had dialed 911 and was waiting for the cops to show up in this remote industrial part of the city.
Also had my Nikon F3P with motor drive mistaken as a gun by some passerby in LIC near Queens Plaza. This guy scooted rapidly across the street to maintain distance by and kept his eye on me. You know how I generally have a camera dangling in my right hand all the time. Hopefully one day I don't get ventilated by the cops.
Cal
Lauffray
Invisible Cities
Lauffray, I can't believe I forgot we saw this, but do you often see people getting busy underneath a bridge in Montreal (like we saw in Harlem)?
That's true ! how did I forget about that one ? should've taken a picture and made it into a postcard
Gotta love Calzone's stories btw
Deep Fried
Established
As for getting busy, I used to live near 94St and 118Ave in Edmonton. I once saw a patron doing his business with a painted lady in the alley behind my house when I was walking to the bus stop going to work. He paused while I walked behind them and continued as I got a few steps away. She was too stoned to notice him doing his thing, let alone me walking by.
Hence, why I moved to a nice small town when we had kids
Hence, why I moved to a nice small town when we had kids
Lauffray
Invisible Cities
I don't know, I guess I like stimulation. Saturday morning in my neighborhood, 11am there's relatively few people on the street, weekdays after 7 practically no one either. I mean it's great to live in because it's quiet yet there's stuff happening, just not stimulating enough to shoot I guess
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Gotta love Calzone's stories btw
One sultry summer day shooting with John in Chelsea we stumbled upon 5 large cartons of NYC branded condoms that were abandoned. Four out of the five large boxes were still sealed, and only one was open with spilled contents near a loading dock of a warehouse.
I wanted to create an installation to photograph, but John was reluctant to create the huge mess that I was willing to make, or help clean up.
If I had my Rolleiflex with me I probably would of decorated the corners of this loading dock with piles of condems cascading from the corners of the door of the loading dock to the ground below like they spilled out. Anyways there were enough condoms to make a pile that could be waist high.
Cal
What's a painted lady?
Deep Fried
Established
a polite way of saying crack whore
Painted means make-up?
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As for getting busy, I used to live near 94St and 118Ave in Edmonton. I once saw a patron doing his business with a painted lady in the alley behind my house when I was walking to the bus stop going to work. He paused while I walked behind them and continued as I got a few steps away. She was too stoned to notice him doing his thing, let alone me walking by.
Hence, why I moved to a nice small town when we had kids
i know that place...painted ladies and a bottle of wine, mama!
Deep Fried
Established
yeah, I think it refers to thick make up on a cheap hooker. Or at least that's what I always took it to mean. I was looking for a nice way to describe....
My Wife and I bought 11818-94St about ten years ago. The day we moved in I had to cut the grass as it had been vacant during the sale process. There were two nasty hookers passed out on the front lawn and they didn't move until the lawn mower was within feet of them.
I came home one day from work and had to pick my Wife up to go somewhere so I pulled up in front of the house. She came out and started to get in the car when one of the tramps came running up yelling at her. Apparently she thought I was a John and my Wife was in her territory!
There was a crack dealer three houses down. I found used needles in our back yard more than once. Bums tried to sleep under our cars. The housing boom hit and we more than doubled our money selling that crap hole. I DON'T MISS IT!
It would be a superb place for a street shooter to live! You wouldn't have to go anywhere to find all kinds of interesting things! Photographers should be flocking to the neighbourhood
My Wife and I bought 11818-94St about ten years ago. The day we moved in I had to cut the grass as it had been vacant during the sale process. There were two nasty hookers passed out on the front lawn and they didn't move until the lawn mower was within feet of them.
I came home one day from work and had to pick my Wife up to go somewhere so I pulled up in front of the house. She came out and started to get in the car when one of the tramps came running up yelling at her. Apparently she thought I was a John and my Wife was in her territory!
There was a crack dealer three houses down. I found used needles in our back yard more than once. Bums tried to sleep under our cars. The housing boom hit and we more than doubled our money selling that crap hole. I DON'T MISS IT!
It would be a superb place for a street shooter to live! You wouldn't have to go anywhere to find all kinds of interesting things! Photographers should be flocking to the neighbourhood
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
yeah, I think it refers to thick make up on a cheap hooker. Or at least that's what I always took it to mean. I was looking for a nice way to describe....
My Wife and I bought 11818-94St about ten years ago. The day we moved in I had to cut the grass as it had been vacant during the sale process. There were two nasty hookers passed out on the front lawn and they didn't move until the lawn mower was within feet of them.
I came home one day from work and had to pick my Wife up to go somewhere so I pulled up in front of the house. She came out and started to get in the car when one of the tramps came running up yelling at her. Apparently she thought I was a John and my Wife was in her territory!
There was a crack dealer three houses down. I found used needles in our back yard more than once. Bums tried to sleep under our cars. The housing boom hit and we more than doubled our money selling that crap hole. I DON'T MISS IT!
It would be a superb place for a street shooter to live! You wouldn't have to go anywhere to find all kinds of interesting things! Photographers should be flocking to the neighbourhood
This is great material. Thanks for sharing.
Cal