First, an insanely great Afro:

And just a whole lot going on in this next photo:

My rooms:

And some paintings I’d put on the walls:

And here’s the famous plume, which the animal categorically refused to put on big display for us:

New Yorkers are a unique breed.  They inhabit an 22 mile long island which made of almost pure concrete, up and down.  No joke.  They have to blast into the ground to built anything.  That’s the real reason New York is the way it is.  Its hard to get ahead. It is hard to move up in the world.  Some people find themselves caught in the same pattern, feeling like they will never escape.

Here’s an example of one of those New Yorkers:

And here he is again:

Expecting a human, were you?  Well, it is a polar bear famous for his neuroses.  And he does this all day, just swim back and forth, getting caught in the same patterns.  Just like his fellow New York residents.

Last time they got attached to the walls.  This time they just got stuck to them:

If you visit New York, Gotham always comes into things.  Gotham and New York aren’t one and the same.  Gotham is something else.  Gotham is dark.  Gotham makes you feel something:

I mean we need that after all the crazy things I’ve posted up here in the last 10 minutes.  I’m not of course speaking of the mostly naked man posing in Times Square, nor the individual attempting to lick a rat.  Nope, I’m speaking of the interestingly haired real estate mogul below.

Well, anyway, Manhattan is an island where you can from crazy to the following image in just about 40 blocks:

Yeah, I know.  I’m Bill Cunningham it up again.  But let’s face facts.  When I’m shooting, I see myself as him.  I’m not an 82 year old man in a blue smock, but I imagine I am.  And usually I’m watching Bill Cunningham New York when I’m writing this blog.  But anyway, I bet Bill would have photographed her as well.

And these two:

This was just so cool.  These two were dressed exactly alike.  And I captured a moment when their gestures also fit together.

Lastly, just someone whose outfit I liked in Times Square, who I re-did in my urban grit style.  I say urban grit because that place was dark, crowded and I really did not want people to know I was taking their photo:

Donald Trump, that New York fixture.  Mr. Quotable.  Mr. Bombast.  Famous for telling tales, getting into debt and the ex-wives whose first names always end in A.

And the hair.  Oh it has a life of its own.  Actually, if you look at these book covers, multiple lives.  Maybe Donald Trump’s hair has eight lives like a cat:

New York City started as a small village that kept itself constrained to the area now known as Wall Street.  By all accounts, New York City itself could never have been described as normal.

You only need to watch the weekly episode of Real Housewives of New York City to know that is true.

However, New York and Times Square in particular seem to have turned on the crazy lately.  Times Square was never a place I spent much time in.  It just wasn’t an area that held any interest to me.  Now, well, now that is all changed.

Now, well, let’s have a look.  I want to preface the following photos by saying that I purposely made them look urban and gritty.  I wanted this look for them.  So, first we have kind of a Japanese music video fantasy feel.  Or if you prefer, a girl in a colorful outfit dancing:

Just a bit of a Lost in Translation feeling I guess.  Next we have more angry urban grit.  These guys were really angry.  I mean I stepped far away to get these shots:

Through the magic of the zoom lens, sharpening and lightening, we got something here.

Of course, there were quite a few be-costumed creatures.  They get progressively more weird as they go on:

And now it is just going to get weird.  I know, you thought we had reached the maximum capacity for weird, but we haven’t even scratched the surface yet.

First, there’s this guy.  The only explanation I can get about the outfit is that it was a hot day and the guy couldn’t decide what to wear.  I can’t even really explain it otherwise:

And to close out, quite possibly two of the weirdest photos I’ve ever taken.  And I think that is saying something, considering the colorful menagerie that has graced these pages.  Well, here goes.  Neon rats, man with hat. Go: