New York is a bit of a city made for masochist. The best places in the city are the gritty ones with questionable food ethics and seemingly morose employees. Katz deli is one of these places. You walk into Katz and some disgruntled man slouched onto a stool hands you a ticket with a list of numbers on it and no explanation. What they are NOT telling you when they hand you this ticket is:
you hand it to the person who makes your food, and they hand it back to you with the total on it.
if you lose this ticket, you get charged 50 bucks.
this “lost ticket fee” was instilled about 10 years ago.
You choose the person you want to make your sandwich, and they chop the meat in front of you, and give you a sample of the fresh meat while you wait. I always try to find the oldest guy because he’s usually the biggest asshole who makes the best sandwich.
Although the sandwiches are a bit pricey (15-17 dollars a pop) I bet you can’t get through half of one without wanting to die a little inside. As a meat eater and a lover of irrelevant history, this is one of my favorite New York establishments.
Its not JUST santa and his elves that slave around in anticipation for tomorrow. Santa is a man who has a lot of average people working ridiculous jobs over the holiday season, as well. While walking around Midtown, yesterday, I found some pretty dedicated Christmas workers.
A breakdancing reindeer (a.k.a. your friend from high schools dad); Minnie Mouse in Santa suit
My best guess for what these people were, were Sugar Plums. The fact that they refused to speak and that I’ve never seen a sugar plum only makes my theory more factual.
The Salvation Army was out doing that thing they do every year while you’re waiting for someone outside of a store. Ringing that bell until you cave and give them a dollar just for a few seconds of silence. The wisest upgrade on their part, was this dashing young lad who had decided to replace his bell with a mic to serenade me.
The man whos job was to guide you away from a Macys fire exit and toward Santa, almost made my day. That was until AJ, one of my closest friends, saw how sad I was that no one was dressed as a marsupial. He threw on my kangaroo suit and made a lot of little kids very happy and large adults very scared, simultaneously.
What a fantastic Christmas, its been so far!
All photos were taken by Chloe Rice
Except for the last one, which was obviously taken by an elf.
I’ve procrastinated updating because I’ve just ben so excited about everything I’ve shot recently that I didn’t know where to start. Heres a few of my favorite shots I’ve taken since I got back to the East Coast, the other week:
How about I don’t “start” talking about my adventures and just redirect you to my new photo tumblr of some things I’ve recently shot, so that I can move on?
I’ve spent a lot of my days in make up and curlers for one reason or another. I feel like I’m trying to fool someone into thinking I’m in someway classy but at the heart I’m just your average snow bunny from the streets…yo.
I recently took a trip to Ellicott City, MD to visit Ghost Town Tattoo and a friend that some call Machine Gun Vince. A man who welds guns from scratch, smokes more than he breathes, will skin a dear an sample the meat BEFORE sticking it into the oven, and sells furniture that he’s found in houses where people were murdered and has it sold as “vintage furniture” in boutique shops for 1000′s of dollars.
I was interested in shooting new guns, trying new….cuisine, and live in someone else’s Italian leather shoes for a few days. After the food poisoning from eating a seared steak left my system, i had quite an interesting time seeing how people in such a small town find day to day happiness. I was on a photo hunt to find beauty in something that may seem dreary to city folk, like myself.
I ended up shooting a slew of guns, exploring very metal basements, seeing where the props from The Wire ended up, hunting abandoned homes, and finding abandoned grave yards along the way.