In the summer of 2001 I did some freelance work for the Village Voice, about six assignments in all. I shot some restaurant reviews (people at tables, pictures of entrees, and once I had to figure out a way to shoot a mojito, which, as a drink, is nowhere near as interesting looking as a daiquiri or margarita, but I came home with something good. 'Good' meaning I got paid, and it was used. Though it would have looked better in color.)
I sat at the edge of the stage while Tom Harrell played trumpet at the Village Vanguard (but only for the first three numbers, no flash allowed), and I spent an afternoon within the confines of the Cage at West Fourth Street and Sixth Avenue, a well-known mecca for street basketball.
I sat at the edge of the stage while Tom Harrell played trumpet at the Village Vanguard (but only for the first three numbers, no flash allowed), and I spent an afternoon within the confines of the Cage at West Fourth Street and Sixth Avenue, a well-known mecca for street basketball.
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this is a fantastic shot!
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