Having finished up the footage in Union Square, I had an hour and a half to shoot another composite. Some block northwest of Union Square is an architectural icon, the Flatiron Building. One of my favorite images by Paul Steichen is of this building:
So it was a no-brainer for me to create my own homage to the building.
This composite is more minimalist than most; the traffic on Broadway becomes a smooth yellow line of taxicabs both still and in motion, and the traffic lights vaguely pulse in a red-light-green-light halfway state. What few pedestrians out in the dusk are muted, except for the surprise manifestation of a ghostly apparition in front of the camera.
Once the fifty minutes of footage was over, I quickly snagged the tripod and hurried up Broadway, collapsing the legs as I went. I had twenty-five minutes to get to 34th and 8th Ave to catch my bus back to Boston in front of the Tick Tock Diner.
From Williamsburg I jumped back on the L to get to Manhattan. At this time it was getting close to the time I needed to get to my bus, so I was working the numbers in my head to see if I could pull footage for not one, but two more composite videos. Union Square was an easy target, and right to the north was the Flatiron Building, so it was possible… I sat down and decided to play it by ear. Speaking of which, a lot of times the sound blends into an urban susurration, with occasional things like sirens popping up from time to time. This time you can kinda hear the music from a urban jazz band playing behind the subway stop. (This particular band got into something of an altercation with the breakdancers they were playing for, which is kinda unusual, but interesting.) However, you definitely can hear the whistle rhythm of a lone gentleman in a OCCUPY NYC T-shirt, who was periodically attempting to incite the crowd. Alas, it didn’t work; it would have been awesome to have a street protest on an icosacomposite.
Tromping through lower Manhattan finally brought me to the Brooklyn Bridge. It was an interesting experience. If I was a cyclist in NYC I’d probably avoid the Brooklyn Bridge completely. The thousands and thousands of tourists pouring through rarely notice the bike lane signs, and a good proportion of those don’t understand the English phrases, “Bike lane!” “Stay right!” “To your left!” or “Move you dumbfuck!” Bike bells only confuse them more.
At any rate, I avoided the hazards and set up the tripod pretty much in the center of the bridge facing Manhattan. Notice the continuous stream of people taking pictures in front of me, including a gentleman with a long boom monopod who wanted a picture above the car traffic below!
Spent the day in New York yesterday, shooting footage for some icosacomposite video. Here’s a sampling of action photographs. Finished composites will have to wait, but I will hopefully be getting them out one by one over the next week.
Tick Tock Diner