Cement is a hard surface, but you wouldn’t know from watching these guys:

 

 

 

 

 

Point a camera at someone.  You never know what they will do:

When I first saw the ads for the diving competition, they were done in black and white.  I thought I’d add a few more of those myself:

 

 

 

Meets the North End of Boston.  Today I witnessed a scene that I had only previously seen in movies.  Italian movies in particular.  The carrying of large saint through a town.  This saint, in addition to being quite lovely and saint looking on his own was festooned with dollar bills, which added an extra element to the proceedings.  Let’s see for ourselves:

 

 

 

 

 

And in color:

 

Wait, what was that I heard??  I need to hear it again:

 

Yeah.  Jumping off a nine story building.  Actually not jumping, but cliff diving which involves doing a dive and then flipping one’s self feet first, as jumping head first from nine stories is usually a way to guarantee a one way ticket downward.

I tried different back drops, but I figured the simpler the better.  And I have absolutely no experience with shooting diving, so I figured make it as simple as possible.  A lot of cameras have problems too with locking up when there are too many things to look at.  So, I decided to keep the background clean.

Though some interesting things did wander into the background of the photos.  Like here.  I think the diver simply wanted to give the helicopter a hug:

 

And here.  The houses fit in nicely.  To make it extra scary:

 

Not to say that the rest of the shots disappoint.  I really think they don’t:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It can’t be getting too highfalutin up here.  I mean aren’t these the types of people I usually photograph?:

 

 

 

These next two faces, I’d like to propose to become yet more patron saints of this site:

 

 

I also particularly love this one.  I was trying to take a photo of a tastefully dressed couple behind this guy.  But he secretly found out that I photograph all kinds of freaks.  Or in case, adorable guys:

 

I also loved this couple.  With this crazy display with the champaign and cheese and so forth.  I asked them not to act anachronistically.  They obliged:

 

Animals.  They are also a frequent feature of this blog:

 

But this a regular type picture blog.  But these people look style blog ready, so here you go.  They sure love posing, but if there is a place to see and be seen, it is the 20s party on Governor’s Island:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can’t have a good 20s Garden Party without a lot of people showing some skin!!  No, just kidding.  You really can’t have one without a lot of people showing a lot of wool.  Tons of it in fact.

Now I must add here that I had a partner in crime in obtaining these shots.  That person is my mother, or as she is known around Jazz Age party circles, the terminator.  Seriously.  She got them to let her in even after they said they had no space.  Then, staked me out a good spot near all the bathing costumed models.  My mothers, never a dull moment.

Anyway, the bathing costume parade was pretty hilarious.  And everyone hit wonderful poses during the whole thing:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And a couple of group shots to add to the fun: