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For Ryan Loewy
Assignment: Approach a stranger on the street, talk to them for 5 minutes, and photograph them.
I think to most people this task sounds easy and to many other photographers this is life but for me… Second to standing in ankle deep water, I don’t think there is anything I dread more than approaching strangers.
I’d like to think Ryan knows me better than 97.5% of the people here at SVA. He is my roommate and being the kinda guy he is he gave me an assignment that I would never do otherwise.
This assignment wasn’t difficult on a conceptual level but it was devastating on a personal level. It wasn’t about making a flawless photograph, it was about the process of obtaining it.
Zach accompanied me on this journey today and we set out from the dorms around 1:30 and just kinda wandered to get a feel for things. After some walking we bumped into Jenna on 2nd ave and she suggested going to Times Square to talk to the tourists because tourists would be easier to talk to. So Zach and I hopped on a train to 42nd street and paced up and down looking for someone to talk to.
After a lot of debate and about a quarter of a million sighs I saw what looked like a nice little old lady sipping some coffee at a table in the middle of Times Square. I went up to her and said “hello, I’m Joe I’m an art student would you mind if I talked to you?”
To which she immediately replied “Yes actually I would mind.”
In my head I was like “haha old lady your such a kidder” but she was dead serious.
So defeated and a little hurt the dynamic duo meandered down to the south side of times square where once again I worked up enough courage to approach a lady with a tripod filming an ad. Her and I had a nice long conversation about what she was doing and I found out she had actually attended SVA for some continuing education classes. In my head I felt like kid riding a bike IM DOING IT! IM DOING IT! so I went for the closer and asked if I could photograph her, that’s when I hit a pothole.. She said “I’m sorry I don’t really feel comfortable with that to be honest.”So her and I parted ways and I went to go find Zach, who was hiding behind a trashcan.
We then decided to go to the Port Authority to see if any magic would happen there, it didn’t. I wanted to go back to Union Square, where kids normally hang out on the steps just chillin, thinking that would yield better results.
Sitting in Union Square we scoped out people to talk to and I’m sure we creeped a lot of them out with our “how bout him??! Nah… OH shit hes looking at us” conversations. I then tried to talk to this dude in reflective sunglasses… He straight up ignored me.
After some more time we went up to a “non transit park”, Madison Square Park and besides Obama no one was really there that looked approachable. In a last ditch effort I wanted to go back to Union.
Success was on the horizon, as we entered the park a man approached us! This man was Shizzle My Nizzle an Author/Painter/Entrepreneur he was peddling his newly published book “Shizzle My Nizzle and the Story of Sausage Head”. If we purchased his book he would throw in one of his limited edition paintings, featuring such great work as “White man with white balls on his chin” and “Penis Smoking a Bowl Out of His Dick Hole, While Shitting Money”, valued at $74.99 for no extra charge. Although it was a great deal we passed determined to complete this assignment.
Finally rounding the park one last time I saw a girl sitting on the steps with her phone in her hand. With each step I was gaining more confidence and then in the background I saw a young man stretching listing to some music. Instantly I aborted step girl and went up to him, there was something about his face that said “I’m a nice guy”… and he was!!
So this image is of Xavier, a 23 year old Biology student who on his free time plays bass and does parkour around the city. He said deep down he wanted to always try to be an artist but never really thought he was good enough at bass to do it as a career, to which I replied neither do I but you just kinda gatta go and do it and hope something happens….
All in all do I think this image is the best thing I have ever taken? No… But am I proud of it? Fuck Yes.