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  • Shag Carpeting

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

    The phrase of choice when I was growing up to describe extreme fun was having a blast. For a literal interpretation, head to the fountain in Washington Square Park, which was finally opened after being closed for one and a half years. It was perfect timing for some prematurely hot weather on a holiday weekend. It was a beach scene with all the accouterments, including children with sand buckets. See more photos here.

    The summer cooling method of choice when I grew up was the sprinkler. For those with no access to the beach or a home swimming pool, the announcement that our parents were going to set up and turn on the sprinkler in the yard was a cause for jubilation. In New York City, fire hydrants are officially made available – upon request, the fire department will put on a sprinkler head to a hydrant for the neighborhood’s children to cool off.

    There are other fountains in Manhattan, but the one in Washington Square Park, located in a residential neighborhood with a history of permissiveness, beckons to be used as a water park. Adults and children (and the occasional dog) play in the water with street clothes. Personally, I do not approve of children playing in the fountain water – this is far from a sanitary environment, with all manner of fluids and solids. There has been some controversy about the situation – dogs are officially banned, and signs stating such are soon to be posted. Tickets have been given out for the violation.

    This whole environment brings to mind shag carpeting in cheap motels. You never know what’s lurking beneath the surface – most likely, there is some accumulation of bits of food, humans, and other debris of unknown origin. Better not to look or think. The same applies to this fountain pool – who knows what’s really in that soup – better not to think or look too deep, just like with shag carpeting 🙂

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  • Butter and Ice Cream

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

    Sunday was Veggie Pride Parade II. I wrote about this in 2008 – you can read about it here. I was a practicing vegetarian for decades and have experimented with numerous diets, so I am sympathetic to the cause. I was a raw foodist in the early 1970s, drinking gallons of carrot juice per week. I have a library of books on extreme dietary practices, many rarely encountered today: fruitarianism, macrobiotics, mucusless diets, liquidarianism, raw veganism, and the ultimate in dietary deprivation: breatharianism (yes).

    I have a quote from chef Anthony Bourdain which I would like to share with you and which, although quite extreme, does express the feelings of many non-vegetarians. For those of you who are vegetarians, I suggest you skip this section.

    Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter-faction, the vegans, are a persistent irritant to any chef worth a damn.
    To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living.
    Vegetarians are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit, an affront to all I stand for, the pure enjoyment of food. The body, these waterheads imagine, is a temple that should not be polluted by animal protein. It’s healthier, they insist, though every vegetarian waiter I’ve worked with is brought down by any rumor of a cold.
    Oh, I’ll accommodate them, I’ll rummage around for something to feed them, for a ‘vegetarian plate’, if called on to do so. Fourteen dollars for a few slices of grilled eggplant and zucchini suits my food cost fine.
    — Anthony Bourdain

    I can’t say I embrace this statement, but it does point out one problem with most vegetarian diets – they are driven primarily by health concerns, ethics, religious beliefs, or animal rights, philosophies which involve deprivation and do not revolve around the palate. This is why ultimately, most do not stay with diets like veganism for very long. The vegan movement has become quite trendy in recent years – read my article here.

    Food is one of the most important parts of any culture, and any dietary practices that restrict one from partaking in those foods will, for most, become intolerable over time. Gradually, more taboo foods are introduced. Semi-vegetarian diets attempt to straddle both sides of the aisle with variations such as lacto, ovo, lacto ovo, pollo, pesco-vegetarianism, and flexitarianism.

    I have sat at many a dinner table or restaurant only to nibble or eat side orders. A trip to France became, as one vegetarian observer put it, “avoiding the omelet.” My diet now is more oriented towards health and less dogmatic.

    The 2009 parade was not particularly large – I think that at this point in time, the message falls on deaf ears. Most will not make the sacrifices to become vegetarian, and many of the valuable contributions made by the vegetarian movement have been absorbed into mainstream culture. Large supermarkets now have an extensive line of natural food products – unthinkable 30 years ago. Successes like Whole Foods Market, the retailing natural foods international chain, demonstrate that peas have been given a chance but most still want butter and ice cream from time to time 🙂

    About the Photo: There were some fun creative characters. Many important fruits and vegetables were represented: Join Our Bunch (banana costumes), Give Peas a Chance, Hail Seitan, Warning Hunters, Unicyclists Against Animal Abuse, Meatrix, Jolly Green Giant, and a host of green.

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  • Attention

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

    “Oh, have I got your attention now? Good.” This line, spoken by Alec Baldwin in his famous sizzling speech in the award-winning film Glengarry Glen Ross, would be appropriate for our friend in the photo, could he only speak. But having a large, inflated rat sitting in front of your business or building will certainly get your and the public’s attention, so no worry that this rat is mute.

    These rats have been seen on New York City streets since 1997. Local 79 of the Construction and General Building Laborers claims to have been the first to introduce the rat to New York City in 1997. They are not unique to the city, but we are the largest consumers and users of the rat invented by Big Sky Balloons and Searchlights of Plainfield, Illinois. At any given time, a number of the union rats are deployed around town to deliver a message about employers whose business practices have bestowed upon them the honor of induction into the family of rats.

    In 1990, Don Newton, an organizer for a Chicago bricklayers union, went to Big Sky looking for a more effective way to to get the attention of nonunion employers. Owner Mike O’Connor proposed the idea of creating a large inflatable rat, and “Scabby the Rat” was born. Big Sky has since produced hundreds of rats used throughout the country, along with hundreds of other inflatables such as the “Greedy Pig,” the “Corporate Fat Cat,” skunks, bulldogs, and cockroaches.

    Some victims have retaliated, such as a larger cat looming over a rat by Radio City in 2005 or the anti-union dinosaur which was placed in front of the AFL-CIO’s headquarters in Washington, D.C. in 2006 by the Center for Union Facts to symbolize their belief that unions were outmoded and would become extinct.
    The numerous articles regarding these rats show the price range escalating – now ranging to nearly $10,000 for the biggest rat. I suppose everything is subject to inflation 🙂

    Film Note: Glengarry Glen Ross – Highly recommended drama, screenplay adaptation from a play of the same name by David Mamet. It will forever change your view of sales. Warning – strong language.

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

  • Bubbles

    There are few things that are as benign and such an expression of unmitigated joy as bubbles. Joy – now there’s a word used so carefully and sparingly. We find it book titles, such as The Joy of Cooking, but spoken of alone as an emotional state, it is rarely used.

    Perhaps unadulterated joy, like play, is often seen as the domain of children, whose innocence carries no responsibility of deservedness or permission. For most adults, happiness as the result of play must be earned, and judging from the actions of most New Yorkers, apparently few have earned enough to spend it playing.

    When you watch the SoHo bubble man in action on the corner of Spring Street and Broadway, you can see the range of feelings about play by the reactions of passersby. Most will ply their way through the congestion around the vendor, seeing the whole thing as an inconvenience, an irritation, or waste of time. Others, will stop to capture a little moment of joy as respite from stresses of the day. There are those who will stop in wonderment. And I am sure there are some that are thinking, is this activity suitable for a grown man? As often is the case, they have made the mistake of judging a book by its cover.

    Dondi McKellar is a man. In fact, he is a disabled veteran, having served six years in the United States Navy. He hails from North Carolina, and he has been a New Yorker since 1985 and selling Bubble Guns on the streets of SoHo for the last four years. A short conversation with Dondi quickly established that beneath his smile lived a warm human being. He was quite happy to share details of his life, show me his vendor permit, and encourage my photography.

    Personally, I think I will heed with the words of Willy Wonka: a little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men. 🙂

    NOTE: An interesting study on how happiness can be contagious was done by Dr. Nicholas A. Christakis, a physician and social scientist at Harvard Medical School. See the article here in the New York Times.


  • Wild West

    There are phenomena in New York City which are the result of the unique confluence of numerous factors – population density, large ethnic groups with their cultural traditions, and what I perceive as a certain lawlessness and laissezfaire attitude regarding victimless crimes in New York.

    It’s really a question of numbers. Any densely populated city affords opportunities not found elsewhere. For example, there is always some need for emergency umbrellas with the onset of an unexpected downpour, but only a place like Manhattan will offer enough potentiality to actually buy umbrellas, set up on the street, and make it a venture, as I wrote about in Opportunity.

    For some time, there were the squeegee men – individuals, particularly in the Bowery area, who worked washing the windows of cars stopped at traffic lights. What started in New York as a annoying “service” eventually became tantamount to blackmail – the windshield washing was done hurriedly without asking permission and was followed by demands for payment. Mayor Rudolph Guiliani effectively eliminated the squeegee men as part of his Quality of Life campaign.

    One activity that remains and can be often seen around the metropolitan area is the sale of flowers on highways. This is obviously a dangerous activity for both the vendors and motorists. Arrests are occasionally made and fines collected. According to a New York Times article, many of these flower vendors are Ecuadorean – you can read the story of one man’s trials and tribulations here: Hard Way to Sell Flowers: Dodging Cars and the Police.

    Turning corners and not waiting for pedestrians, double and triple parking, jay walking, counterfeits of luxury products sold openly on the street, known drug dealers chatting with police officers – all somewhat surprising activities in a first-world city in the 21st century.
    But Americans don’t really like rules. I often think of the wild west as symbolic of the American temperament, with New York City keeping that tradition alive 🙂


  • A Colorful Life

    Many people’s adult bios can be easily summarized mathematically. Got up, got ready for work, went to work, came home, ate, puttered around the house, went to sleep – times 365 days, times x years. Others pack their lives with so much adventure that a condensed version of their 10-year bio can read 10 pages long. That’s the math as applied to Kat O’Sullivan, self-proclaimed gypsy and itinerant global nomad.

    I have passed by both this art bus and the street vendor with her table of recycled clothing numerous times. I never knew that there was a connection between them. So for the first time, I made the acquaintance of Kat O’Sullivan, who graciously greeted me when seeing my interest in photographing her vehicle. She invited me to go inside her bus. You can also see her recycled clothing , details of her life, art projects, and media articles at her website, Katwise.com.

    Here are some of the highlights of her nomadic life: born in 1976, finished high school in two years, attended over 200 Grateful Dead concerts, lived with a hill tribe in Thailand, worked for Mother Teresa, lived in a bus which she painted with psychedelic colors, graduated Phi Beta Kappa from UC Santa Cruz (anthropology), had a pet monkey, worked in the Hamptons as a yachty, attended Burning Man (no surprise there), worked as a translator in the Chilean jungle, crossed the Sahara desert, sold Christmas trees in Harlem, worked with street children in the Philippines and at an orphanage in the Guatemalan jungle, hitchhiked from Ecuador to New York. She also avers, “I have never used any drugs, never got arrested, never borrowed money or went into debt, never even got a stupid tattoo (or any tattoo, for that matter.) I was a straight-A student all through High School and College. Every step of the way I had the blessings and support of a gorgeous, loving family.”

    A colorful life, wouldn’t you say?


  • Crustie

    I really wanted a full ensemble of crusties, but not knowing when or if I may have the opportunity to photograph a group, I present you with a lone crustie girl.

    I did actually have opportunity some time ago for group shots, but a photographer friend and I both found them rather menacing, and we were unsure as to the reaction we would get if we fired away with professional-looking photo equipment. So we abstained. However, since that time I have been yearning to capture crusties for this blog. The woman in this posting was photographed in Tompkins Square Park, where groups of crusties can sometimes be found.

    What is a crustie? A contemporary nomadic bohemian. Anti-authority with varying politically nihilistic values such as anti-work, anti-government, anti-war, anti-religion, anti-vivisection, and anti-civilization. Of course, there have been many other subcultures that loosely fit this definition, such as hippies, with whom crusties have much in common.

    The countercultural incarnation known as crusties have their own brand with signature characteristics, the most apparent being the rejection of bathing, dirty clothing in drab brown, greens and black, and dirty dreaded hair – hence the term “crustie.” A dog is a common accessory, as seen in the photo. Other accoutrement are butt flaps, tattoos, clothing patches, punk rock hair styles, bullet belts, and sleeveless jean jackets.

    Fundamentally homeless, crusties survive using various means, such as dumpster diving and begging. They are sometimes associated with crust punk (or crustcore), originally known as Stenchcore, founded by the bands Amebix and Anitisect in Britain in the 1980s. In the USA, crust punk began in NYC with Nausea from the Lower East Side.

    I’m fascinated by subcultures so wide and deep, with a long history and about which I was completely uninformed…


  • The Pieman

    Looming large in the photo, but rather innocuous live in the setting, is a character who is famous and infamous, depending on who is telling the tale or hearing the story or on one’s political alliances.

    This is the Pieman, aka Aron Kay, a Brooklyn resident. Pieing, the act of throwing a pie in someone’s face, was originally a common gag in slapstick comedy. Kay considers the Three Stooges the true fathers of pie throwing. Pieing as a political statement originated in the USA with the Yippie movement in 1970. (If you are not familiar with the Yippies, see my posting here.) Kay has thrown pies at conservative author William F. Buckley, NY Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan, former New York City mayor Abe Beame, the Nixon Watergate operatives G. Gordon Liddy and E. Howard Hunt, William Shatner, Andy Warhol, and Jerry Brown Jr., the former governor of California. His last target (in 1992) was Randall Terry, former leader of anti-abortion group Operation Rescue.

    Belgian artist Noel Godin began throwing cream pies in 1968. Perhaps a more poetic interpretation of his actions, Godin refers to himself as an enterteur. He considers his actions non-violent and uses a tarte classique, filled with whipped cream (and perhaps chocolate). At least the receivers get a free gourmet dessert. Among the luminaries who have been his victims are Bill Gates, Bernard-Henri Lévy, Jean-Luc Godard, and Nicolas Sarkozy.

    Although I am not an advocate of violence or pieing, there are many individuals who are extremely incendiary and have built careers setting fires and fanning the flames. One who comes to mind is Ann Coulter, who has been pied. Watching an individual like this in interviews and debates, with her sneering and snide remarks, gives one an understanding of how someone can be incensed enough to throw a pie. Others who are extremely arrogant (William F. Buckley Jr, e.g.) or hold articulate, extreme right wing views, such as anti-gay-rights activist Anita Bryant, also ruffle the feathers of pie throwers.
    Bon Appetit?


  • Debutante Ball

    I could not resist this color fest in the East Village in front of Porto Rico, an importer and seller of coffee. The painted trash can near this woman’s tattooed arms begged for a photo to be taken.

    Personally, I would not want to commit my skin to tattoos. But I do often admire them as artistic adornment. In principle, they are really not so different from the myriad of other ways that men and women have adorned themselves for millenia: hair treatments, nails, makeup, jewelry, piercings, scarification, etc. However, unlike many of our more common beautification methods, tattoos are permanent (relatively), so they make a serious statement of intent and confidence.

    I think the full arm tattoos of today’s subject may either limit some of her social options, or she will be buying a large selection of long-sleeved shirts. For example, she is probably no longer a good candidate for the debutante ball at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. Perhaps this is a sacrifice she is willing to make.

    If you wonder whether there was any issue taking this photo, there was not. I motioned silently to her indicating my desire to take a photograph, and she nodded in the affirmative. So I had carte blanche to take a number of photos in a stress-free manner. Her cordial behavior and gracious approval was as befitting as someone being groomed for exposure in the next debutante ball 🙂

    Related Postings: Hair Wraps, Cappuccino and Tattoo, Physical Graffiti, Fashion Forward, Fantasies


  • False Assumptions

    It’s been a while since I have seen a flag burning. This one appeared to be a spontaneous act which occurred at the 2008 Police Riot Concert, featured yesterday on this website.

    I grew up in a time of protest and revolutionary sentiments and live in an extremely liberal environment. But I have always felt very uneasy at flag burnings. I always thought it was illegal. And it seems like an ultimate act of desecration, like smearing images of the Virgin Mary with excrement or spitting in someone’s face.

    Flag burning is still not a criminal offense in the USA, but it is in some other countries. It has withstood two Supreme Court decisions (defended by William Kunstler, NYC Greenwich Village resident) as an act of protected speech under the First Amendment. Several flag burning amendments have been proposed, which were very narrowly defeated in Congress, one by only a single vote.

    But, like women being topless in public, which is legal in New York State, there are many popularly held beliefs which are based on misunderstandings about the legalities of various actions, such as flag burning. Many false assumptions are made…


  • Leftöver Crack

    Don’t you just love these names: Leftöver Crack, Witch Hunt, Team Spider, Disassociate, Death Mold, Hungry Marching Band? This was the group lineup for yesterday’s Police Riot Concert in Tompkins Square Park. I give them points for creative group names. This was my second year; see last year’s posting here with information about the event and photos.

    The concert finished with Leftover Crack, where the unbridled energy of youth reached its apex. There was, of course, the requisite moshing, as well as a flag burning. Given the nature of the concert, however, the attendees were quite well-behaved for a punk rock concert. Apparently there is decorum and protocol defined within the subculture; I witnessed a really young kid, who was extraordinarily drunk, being shunned and seriously reprimanded by everyone around. Sad – where do you get support from peers as a drug user if you are rejected at a punk rock concert?

    The extravagant dress and plumage is my personal favorite aspect of these concerts – it makes for great photo opportunities, and everyone seems to be very open to being photographed. No surprise – anyone adorned or styled with such outrageous hair, clothing, body art, and piercings is hardly shunning attention…


  • Sand in Water

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

    New York City has many visitors. It is an important part of our economy. And, generally speaking, we embrace all – outsiders, outcasts, iconoclasts. The melange of characters and people already here dilute things enough that it is difficult for one person or group to really ruffle any feathers.

    But there are abrasives that, even in New York City, can rub one the wrong way. And one of those things is the motorcycle gang. They seem curiously out of place here but, for the most part, are tolerated. Dilution in the world of New York generally makes them a fleeting image. They frequently congregate in various locations, such as near Gray’s Papaya in the Village. Time is spent eating, cavorting, and sporting their hardware. And off they go in a roar.

    However, the roar of a pack of bikers is one thing, but when some use straight pipes (no mufflers), the sound can be deafening. It is illegal, but prosecution is difficult. I have witnessed sounds that literally sound like explosions. I am sure that most bikers are law-abiding, but the few bad apples really spoil the barrel, and the outlaw image is strengthened.

    There are things that can not be diluted. Like sand in water…

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  • Light Anyone?

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

    There are people who are afraid of light. Those with heliophobia have fear of sunlight. Some have a condition known as photophobia, an extreme sensitivity to light. But apart from these relatively atypical, draculean individuals, most people love light and shun the darkness. How often we experience down spirits on a dark and cloudy day or see children afraid of the dark.

    On the other side of the coin, we have an endless capacity to enjoy light in every variation, produced from sources both natural and man-made. The sun, the moon, LEDs, neon, southern exposures, fire, fireflies, illuminated toys, or Times Square. It’s built into our vocabulary – light up your life…

    Here in this photo, we have the latest incarnation of fascination with light and a recreation based on its manipulation: Jedi light saber play with NY Jedi, a group that is now 2.5 years old. Judging from their website, this appears to be a growing phenomenon many of us might have missed. And yes, there is now equipment, forums, meetings, events, teams, costumes, classes, films, videos, and a vocabulary, all specific to the activity. Some of the Light Sabers can run up to hundreds of dollars. If you want to know more about activities, meetings, or equipment, check their website here.

    The concept of light is virtually synonymous with things good and positive – we have acknowledgement in Genesis:

    And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.

    Light anyone?…

    Related Postings: Spinning, Signature, Let’s Have a Parade

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  • Hookah

    The hookah is a social instrument, so it is not surprising that it would be adopted by students. Hookahs are now common in colleges around the country, as are hookah bars (this site gives a national hookah bar directory by state – Update 1/17/12: Blocked link.). Smoking bans in the city have made smoking all but impossible indoors. There are certain exemptions for cigar bars – hookah bars have been battling over this for some time. There are a number of hookah bars all over New York City – an area of Astoria (in Queens), known as Little Egypt, has quite a number of them.

    The hookah originated in India and, as most know, is ubiquitous* all over the Arab world, particularly in Turkey (read more here). In the last few years, the trend has been adopted by students, as seen in the photo, taken in Washington Square Park.

    There can be a certain naivete, however, when things become trendy. All of a sudden, the reinvention and new adoption, with perhaps some minor tweaks, somehow leads participants to believe that the old rules don’t apply. Hookahs are a good example. A variety of hookah tobaccos are used, called Shisha, including varieties that are flower- and fruit-flavored. But no matter – the evidence still indicates that although the water filtration makes the tobacco less harsh, the exposure to the dangers of nicotine are actually as great or even greater than cigarette smoking. I read that there are non-tobacco herbal alternatives, but websites have maasel on this list, including Wikipedia – my reading indicates that maasel is a fruit-flavored tobacco…

    *A note about ubiquitous: Doesn’t this word now seem predominantly used in a gratuitous manner by those trying to impress with their vocabulary? I saw it on a Top Ten Catchwords of the Literati, along with juxtaposition and iconoclasm.
    However, I also saw the word described as one used by pseudointellectuals, as well as a number of other articles that found it overused.

    Photo note: For those of you who are wondering what it says on the bottom of that girls T-shirt, see here.


  • Street Revival

    I’ve never seen anything like this on the streets of New York. I was taking a leisurely Sunday afternoon stroll along East 7th Street heading towards Tompkins Square Park when I noticed a line of people on the sidewalk. The block is quiet, and this was a rather unusual time for a long line – I saw no retailers that may be running a promo with a celebrity tie-in. So I asked and was told that there was a minister who would be coming out of an overcrowded church basement to administer healings and blessings on the streets. People were being moved forward to the edge of the sidewalk, facing the street and leaving space behind them (I incorrectly assumed to allow room for pedestrian traffic). So we all stood and waited in front of City Light Church (beneath St. Mary’s Orthodox Church at 121 East 7th Street).

    Out came our greatly anticipated minister, and we could see that this was no ordinary minister. He was heavily tattooed and adorned with jewelry, earrings, and piercings. He was having individual conversations, holding heads in his hands, pushing or blowing lightly, and down they went, being supported and guided to the sidewalk by assistants behind them.

    Some were trembling before he came to them, and many remained lying down on the sidewalk as he moved to the next in line. One woman was crouched down for several minutes – I got down next to her and noted that she truly looked ill and was unable to get hold of herself.

    This is Todd Bentley, a 32-year-old man who heard the voice of God in his former drug dealer’s trailer and was saved from a life of drug abuse (he overdosed three times) and prison. A new revivalist with edge. He is based in British Columbia, Canada, where he heads Freshfire Ministries. Judging from his website, he is a busy man – constantly touring. He has crusaded in over 55 countries and heads an orphanage in Uganda.

    There are many new ministries, addressing various groups and demographics. The Christian theology is being repackaged and delivered via contemporary vehicles, themes, and messengers. Joel Osteen is another example, playing to a large arena in Texas.

    I made no judgements on the goings on in this event except to say that something was definitely happening to these people. Of course, I’m a little naive – revivalist meetings have been going on for some time, but a direct experience is new to me. I was invited to step into the end of the line – I only regret that I didn’t to see for myself…



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