When it comes to NY, my experience has been limited to the shores of the island. Brooklyn only represented a Jay-Z reference, a land shrouded in myst, dripping in lore, and populated by the mythical hipster. So when it came time to venture outside my burrow, I lugged along the camera and hoped to document the uncharted territory. Though the flea-market we visited ended up beingless market and more warehouse, the surrounding area proved to be a photographic paradise. Including an epic lunch at Diner, and a long walk down Atlantic “Antique” Ave, the day ended with a trip back to 20- something time Zagat rated steakhouse Peter Luger. I ain’t got no beef with that.
Pictures after the break…



