Dispatches from New York

06.11.2015

A costumed mascot shaped like a round sweet with a letter m on its front, arms out, beside a lift in New York

To save you a long and dull spiel about ‘travelling’, ‘new experiences’ and that sort of scutter, I’m going to keep this intro blurb short — I went to New York a few months back and here are some photos I took there…

A street vendor in a floppy hat and striped rugby shirt pouring syrup on shaved ice, Angie's General Merchandise behind

Carved wooden masks piled high and hung on the walls in the corner of a shop

Large fish swimming past rocks in an aquarium tank, light streaming down through the water

The Statue of Liberty across the water with a two-masted sailing boat passing, taken at a tilt

Shop sign reading Every Item 99 Cents or Less on a brick building with fire escapes, seen from below

Someone in a flat cap and pinstripe jacket with a bag strap, seen from behind and below among others at a doorway

A framed painted portrait of someone in a suit and striped tie in a restaurant, hung high on a wood-panelled wall

A small shaggy dog in a cap and tiny black high-top trainers on a lead by a graffitied shop shutter

A mannequin in a short-sleeved shirt with a comb in the pocket, holding a razor strop in an old barber's shop

A rainy pavement, someone in a white sun hat riding a bike loaded with bags past people with phones and umbrellas

Barrels marked T.N.T. beside a snarling furry monster model with a skull-like face

A fairground ride swinging a cluster of riders high into the sky on a long arm, their legs dangling

An empty beach with tyre tracks in the sand and a tall lattice tower with a canopy top rising behind the seafront

A dog leaning out of the window of a van with peeling black and white paint, on a busy city street

Someone in a rain-soaked hood holding out a banknote under a battered umbrella printed with palm trees, on a wet street

The bulb-lit Empire 25 sign at night, with a Thomson Reuters tower lit up behind

A figure in a black leather blazer over a chambray shirt, stood before glass doors and bright lights

An old brick factory with arched windows and a chimney beside a pile of timber on waste ground, the New York skyline behind

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