JeVois
The city, however, does not tell its past, but contains it like the lines of a hand, written in the corners of the streets, the gratings of the windows, the banisters of the steps, the antennae of the lightening rods, the poles of the flags, every segment marked in turn with scratches, indentations, scrolls.
Italo Calvino
Invisible Cities
All photos are taken by me, Lauren Goldenberg. I lived in Paris for two and a half years, taking pictures for myself and Shakespeare and Company. In August 2011, I moved back to the place I'm from, New York.
(Older posts are links to albums, more recently I've just posted single photos. I'm mostly just playing by ear.)
The Cloisters.
Happy New Year
Taking this train ride tomorrow morning.
What can be said, I am filled with so much thinking of him. George Whitman lives on in all the words read, created and yet to be born, and all the friendships begun, in his wonderland of books. There is much more to say, but I believe it’s expressed in the global heartache at his passing.
warm autumn blue
Every day, once a day, give yourself a present.
OWS ISN’T JUST A JOBS ISSUE OR A BANK ISSUE OR A HEALTH CARE ISSUE. OR EVEN AN IMMIGRANT ISSUE. IT’S A SPIRITUAL ISSUE ABOUT WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE UNITED STATES.
#OWS Judson Memorial Church, Washington Square Park
Solo.
I spent four hours on Metro-North today on a failed attempt to get up along the Harlem line. More pictures of snow, rails, and such when you click the pic.
Labor Day 2011, the Berkshires. Shot on film.
Riverside Park, post-Irene. Shot on film.
De Kooning show opening, MOMA, September 2011
