It’s 11.30pm. I’m standing outside the Apollo Theater, Harlem.
7) We ran into a vendor standing alone under the historic Apollo theater signs selling 2010 plastic glasses, blinking in all colors with funky music coming out of his boom box, standing all alone in the middle of the block in the rain. I wonder who dictates the trend for New Year’s Eve paraphernalia. This year it was tall feathers on top of ladies heads.
My name is C.C. Cameron. I am a native New Yorker. I want to wish everyone prosperity, family peace, world peace in the family of men, and, really, more honesty from the government to represent the interest of the people not the interest of the multinational corporation. It is an insult to the intelligence of the people to see the lies and the foolishness over the issue of health care.
8) At midnight, the neon letter spelling Apollo flickered and disappeared, only the O stayed on promoting infinity. The Times Square power surge must have knocked out a few circuits.
9) Things people wanted to do, be and find in the New Year:
Fun, More fun, joi de vivre kind of feeling, prosperity, good health, success, achieving goals and dreams, finish a PhD, get a black belt in Tai Kwan Do, peace, love, joy, ecstasy, fulfillment, challenge, evolution, be nicer to people, be more positive, be more Zen, more hard working and serious about work.
I loved this article!! Whenever I walk around NYC, I’m always curious about what the strangers next to me are thinking or what their stories are. Of course I never have the balls to ask them (especially because I don’t want to be punched in the face because I’m being creepy), but this photo essay totally fed my curiousity! It’s amazing to read about all these people — who would have thought a pedi-cab driver was trying to get a degree in international business in order to get the hell out of here? I demand more photo essays!!