My story started with this picture. Last March I was in South Beach wandering on the beach. It was 6am. It was a gorgeous morning. I saw this solitary man. Luckily I had my camera with me. I took his picture. For some reason this image effected me deeply. I don't know why...
From that day my search for solitary man began.
These photographs are the first part of the project is called
"Desperately searching for solitary men..."
P.S. Because of the nature of my blog you could these men are gay. -- Not exactly! These men are just solitary.
I was near to Grand Central. It was lovely May afternoon. I saw this man through windows. He was smoking his cigarette slowly. First! I didn't want to take his picture. I realized something about him drew me to him. He seemed solitary. I captured the moment....
Hot August morning I was rushing to work. I passed Times Square. I was sweating. Suddenly I saw this red head. First his red hair took my attention. After looking at him for couple seconds. It dawned on me, he was solitary. I didn't care I was late to work. I sat down on a chair and got my camera out of my bag. He didn't move all this time. Like taking his picture was my destiny. I captured the moment. He seemed a nice, solitary man..... (and very handsome)
April 2010.. I was going back to work from quick lunch. While I was trying to pass through crowd, I saw this construction guy. He was watching people. He almost seemed he didn't want to be bothered all this crowd. He was vulnerable and solitary. I grabbed my camera and took his picture...
July 2010.... I was going back to home through Times Square. It was extremely crowded. I have no idea how I saw this guy sitting on a bench. He seemed very concerned. He black eyes were penetrating. I made my decision in a second. He was solitary. I must capture the moment...
One Friday nite I was at MET museum. I was passing through corridors and franticly looking for the elevator. I knew I was lost. I had to ask someone. I turned my head and he was there. That young man was solitary. He was admiring a sculpture. Maybe he was an art student. Who knows! Only one thing I was so sure. He was my solitary man who I have been searching for. I captured the moment and walked away...
I was at the harbor on Fire Island. It was a sizzling hot July morning. I was waiting for my husband to come with ferry. I saw this handsome man with hat on. He didn't care about crowd. He was solitary. I didn't even hesitate! I captured this handsome, solitary man. But this time I was not alone. I saw another solitary man was watching my solitary man. Luckily both were in the picture.
One Saturday afternoon I was bored. I was killing time in Chelsea. I turned to the left and he was there. He was behind big suitcases. He was calm and solitary. I had no choice to capture the moment. As always I snapped the shot and walked away.... Still wandering what his story was...
I was in Chelsea. It was so hot and humid. I was so desperate for ice coffee. I was exhausted. I turned the corner. He was there. He was leaning the window. He was big and solitary man. I was right behind his massive, sexy body. I felt the moment and captured his solitariness....
Street was full of people. Sun was in my eyes. I was almost blind. Someone pushed me back in that hellish crowd. I lost my balance. Suddenly I jumped back. I looked up and through all those reflections I saw him. He stood out. Despite of the crowd, I captured him. He was definitely solitary.
To be contained...
Click here to see my another photography project " My house on Fire Island"
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