The things people do at 8:00 on a Sunday morning in Manhattan. In this case, the blond – and only her hairdresser knows for sure – vamped her stuff while the fellow in the hoodie recorded the event on his, one presumes, iPhone. At the end of her strut, roughly when the she reached the end of the crosswalk, the two stopped to huddle, watch the result, and confer. Then – repeat. It was all very serious. Very, very serious.
About the time I was getting tired of watching these performances, the artiste and cinematographer packed up and walked away. Leaving me standing with my Nikon in front of the New York City Pubic Library, and the audience, consisting of one man, free to cross the street.
Capturing the Fifth Ave street sign perfectly aligned to the left side border of the photo was pure serendipity.