It's paradoxical, but in these noisy and crowded streets I feel calm... wait, only if I bring my camera with me. This time I left my main mode of transport at home and when I saw this cyclist, I spoke to him mentally. ‘You're having a good time,’ – I said, smiled and he seemed to understand. I was thinking of taking a series of photos of the vendors who swarm the sidewalks and when I crossed the avenue, in search of my target, I got this portrait. And he asked me to help him get a blonde girlfriend. ‘I don't know, I don't work at OnlyFans,’ – I replied. ‘I don't know anything about online dating sites’. Some of these vendors are very tired.You can't imagine what you can find in these improvised displays.Aphrodisiacs... oh, and besides, the way they suggest you buy them, it's better not to even remember... I kept looking and sometimes said something, to relieve tension. I was an intruder with a camera. I had to empathise. A book and a tiny dog... what could it be?Health education at school.
I like books, but I was really busy watching my back and being as kind and patient as I can be.
The only thing that is always constant is change. Nothing is static. So much is happening everywhere and amidst so many distractions.An old man who sells tools told me that they often make raids and take everyone to the police station to give them fines. But there, the officer at the reception desk immediately has his eye on something he sells. He said this to me in annoyance and explained that his stuff is good and at a good price, good metal spanners, American, he boasted.I asked him worriedly if the sale was good and he said yes... slurring his words a bit and pointing to his merchandise he assured me that he always sells something.What lies behind all this?Drop-outsDistracted?Warning! There is a photographer exposing us.
Back to 51st Avenue...
We are tireless.We are warriors.I can't decide which image I like the most for this #Monomad Challenge.
