
As I was taking pictures of the concrete slabs with their autographs and footprints and/or handprints, a man came out of the upstairs of the building and started telling me about the autographs. Then, he realized he'd forgotten to put up a sign for his photography show in the small studio above the theater and he invited me in to see the photos while he got the sign. Turned out he's Lorcan Otway (and I just discovered he has a flickr account) and I guess he manages or owns the place and his photos were of neighborhood folks. He told me the stories of the photos, which of course, were stories about some of the street people of the East Village. I was enchanted.

It's these little encounters that make me love New York. That, plus all the history and wonderful architecture. Mr. Otway told me he was considering applying for landmark status for the theater building. He should, because he also mentioned that Trotsky had lived for a while in the apartment being used for the photo exhbit!
Oh, and here's a fun link:
These toilet paper roll dolls are just about too cute to use.Found on Neatorama.
Feeling:

~~~o0o~~~
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Wow what a neat experience!
ReplyDeleteVery cool. You never know when you step out what is in store sometimes. Glad you had a lovely experience.
ReplyDeleteYou also have Joan Blondell feet!
Now how cool is having celebrity tootsies?
Thanks, Chana. I always liked Joan Blondell and her feet seemed the best fit. ;)
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