Faggy Fagg Fag.
After the Recent Death of Irving Penn and my "health altering" decision to stop smoking, i find myself being pleasently amused by his "new york, street findings" photograph from the Penn Miester himself.
I ponder the different fag ends and imagine the various owners of each nicotine nestled treat. The "Average Joe" marlboroughs tainted in lipstick must belong to the hard faced Mary-Janes of the NewYork world, faggin' and gossiping their lunchbreaks away before returning to the cut throat Wall Street world. Then there's the cute, uber thin butts; in my mind romantically belonging to the foreign "off duty" model or cheery, cafe owner trying to catch a quick break.
Maybe i'm bored, sad and looking into this too much but this simple shot has i'm sure been painstakingly laid together to create this great "stop and stare" effect. The addition of that random intertwined structure of string is such an intriging peice of the puzzle, because without it, you would see that it is actually quite nessesary to the "Street feel" of the pic. Why did he choose to put it there i wonder??
My conclusion is-
New York as a city is a dirty, concrete mess holding the lives of a million different people and this one simple image (with its pandantically placed subjects, although made to look effortless im sure) captures and replicates this feeling perfectly, leaving the me the viewer dreaming and satisfied but still wanting a little more.
R.I.P Irving Penn.
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