Al: "Hi! Your eyes are radiant. Can I take a photo of your face?"
Anthony: bahahahaha YES
Al: "Amazing, wow, holy crap. What's your name?"
Anthony: "Anthony"
Al: "Anthony! Hi, I'm Al. What's your favorite childhood memory?"
Anthony: "bejahsejsusgahdh"
Al: "What?"
Anthony: "Hahahaha fjeuainfwmak"
Al: "Hm okay cool! Where are you from?"
Anthony: "Germany. Hahahahaha"
Al: "Ohhhh right, of course!"
Lisbon, Portugal. Oct. 2018 // Met this ray of sunshine selling little souvenirs in front of a church— Slightly embarrassed she agreed to let me photograph her, and with a man translating, we exchanged our belief in each other being beautiful. Hahah. She never stopped smiling. — In general, Lisbon was filled with easily approachable, kind-hearted folk, with great senses of humor.
Saw her orange hair, had to chase her down.
Spotted outside Tiffany & Co. Fifth Ave, Manhattan.
Al: Hey! You look cool. Can I take a photo of you?
Alan: if you want you can take a photo of me. Where are you from?
Al: California, you can probably tell. Where are you from?
Allen: here, well Brooklyn.
Al: (in Brooklyn accent) ahhh I can tell, Im liking the way you're talking.
Allen: What do you do?
Al: im a photographer
Alan: ahhh nice! You make money with that thing?
Al: I do. But more than anything I love meeting ransoms like yourself.
Alan: haha very cool. hey I hope you become famous, Allison.
Also, there is a cigar shop up there on 53rd and Madison. A real nice one.
This man: Do you have a dollar? I want some coffee! Do you have a dollar?
Al: WOAH SIR!!! Your colors are absolutely insane. Can I take a photo of you?
Mustafa: Sure. You guys look like Californians
Al: Ahh yepp, accurate
Mustafa: Be careful around here, there are a lot of people who will smile and try to pull you in. Be careful. Have a blessed day.
Oct. 2018 // Met Joe Mac here, jamming out on a corner to all American tunes...
Jul. 2018 // Met Biente from Cuba.
He moved to CA in 1970.
Through a strong and barely distinguishable accent, he expressed deep anger for the Cuban government… and Venezuela’s.
We danced, and danced some more.
Al: Shelb, do you have any change?
Shelb: I have quarters!
Al takes shot... we dance more.
Yuri's fire is fueled, he stands up, and plays louder.
Al: What's your name?
Yuri: Yaaauureeii
Al: What?! Where are you from?
Yuri: (Without ceasing the music) Yurrriiii! From Russia!