444 likes, comments & reblogs for Brooklyn, the sunset on Williamsburg Bridge, the biker, and, well, with a little help from the Beastie.
Wow, thank you very much, guys!
I’m glad you liked it but, please, stop reblogging without mention the photographer name and his/her captions.
And, nope, that’s not «the Tumblr rules», hon. But theft — you know, “Copyright Infrigement”.
“No Sleep ’til Brooklyn. Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal. Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle. My job ain’t a job, it’s a damn good time. City to city, I’m running my rhymes.” Beastie Boys.Brooklyn, Williamsburg Bridge, June 2013 (tonight actually – mobile).
“Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?”
For Esra, the beautiful soul of My Memory Palace, who doesn’t “Brooklyn that much” but did it for me. Thank you very much for this unforgetable day, lady.
Brooklyn, Coney Island, June 2013 (this evening — mobile photo).
“No Sleep ’til Brooklyn. Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal. Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle. My job ain’t a job, it’s a damn good time. City to city, I’m running my rhymes.” Beastie Boys.
Brooklyn, Williamsburg Bridge, June 2013 (tonight actually – mobile).
Twisting New York.
Manhattan, near the Lincoln Theater, June 2013 (mobile photo).
“B - Beach”.
“In the same way as when we see a sunflower, we cannot refrain from thinking of Van Gogh, in the New York subway we cannot refrain from thinking of Keith Haring.” William Burroughs.
New York, subway’s portrait, June 2013 (mobile).
“You promised me Broadway was waiting for me.”
Brooklyn, around Dumbo (I guess), June 2013 (mobile shot).
Sharing.
From Paris to New York with love.
I did already post this image on IG, but I met more friends from Tumblr than from IG here, in NYC. So, this is for you, virtual friends I can now (or in a couple of days) call real buddies.
New York, around Union Square, June 2013 (mobile shot — I can’t post my X-E1 shots actually because I dont have any PC).
«The Typo Terrorist.»
New York, Soho (I guess), June 2013 (mobile photography — for Franck).
Watching life beating, that’s what I do.
Yay, this city is a street photographers paradise! :)
New York, don’t know where (I’m lost since 7am, and I love that), June 2013 (mobile photo).












