back then, New York looked completely different than it does today : the World Trade Center was inactive standing, the cars were big and squarely, and the gentrification of Brooklyn had not even begun. I was in New York with two friends in 1994, shortly after passing my high school diploma. We slept in a hostel and were so stupid to travel to New York in July. only after our arrival did we realize that New York is unbearably hot in summer. So we always slept ( if it ever came to that ) with unfold windows at night and frankincense learned that New York is indeed the city that never sleeps. The sound of New York is still ringing in my ears when I think back to that time. All nox long we heard the sirens of police cars and ambulances that we had alone seen in american series before. Until belated into the night the indian cab drivers raced through the city honking their big limousines. You could go to a different cabaret every night, the day of the workweek did not matter at all. The wildest parties in town took place in a cast-off church. Awesome !
Since the Internet was placid in its early days, people met in record stores during the day to exchange ideas and to network. Flyers informed about the adjacent party and the DJs of the last night offered their mixtapes at a low price ( yes, sound recording cassettes ). The club view seemed like one big syndicate to me. During the day we were intoxicated by the size and dynamics of this incredible city. Smoking gullies, athirst hot chase sellers, Flavor Flav from Public Enemy in the same record store as me, subways full of graffito and without functioning ceiling light up, bankers rushing about, dreamy New Jersey as a blatant option to New York City. You never forget such impressions. Of course, photography was unlike second then, besides : alternatively of memory cards, there were films. merely after returning home did people know if the photograph had turned out well. actually, you only knew if you were expecting color photograph or black and white. The photographic summons took place without readjustment. There was only pointing, shooting, and praying. That was it. It all had its charm somehow.
At this prison term, I had other priorities than photography, but I took my first gear street photos at that fourth dimension. At that time I didn ’ thymine even know that there is such a thing as street photography. I just took pictures of what I was concern in. It has remained that way until today.
Street photos don ’ t have to tell stories, even if this is claimed again and again. thoroughly street photography should arouse the sake of the viewer and provide an insight into a subculture, a city, or a zone. good street photos are like full wine : they get better and better over the years. What seems banal today has a objective character 20 years late and shows the future generation what it was like then. In this sense, I am showing selected pictures from this crazy time here. All photos were taken with an analogue Yashica SLR camera.
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About the author : Mirko Karsch is an urban and street photographer based in Berlin, Germany. The opinions expressed in this article are entirely those of the generator. You can find more of Karsch ’ s work on his web site and Instagram.