LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
On the Streets of any city there’s a story to be told. But on the now bustling streets of NYC there’s always something new to be said, no matter how old or how many times I’ve visited those paved pathways, they always lead to that next glorious frame. Kat + KARJAKA explore Soho and the dying of the light, as the blonde bomb causes a spectacle and the two collaborators giggle in the face of a Dylan Thomas poem.
Soho with Kat + KARJAKA
“Is this pandemic over? I can’t tell if masks are still a thing…” I chirped as I lunged toward The Good Rock behind a gyro cart.
“Crouch down” he said “Tilt your head, chin forward, not that much…oh ya, that’s good…hold it, hold it” he instructed before…
“Yessss! Oh yes, that’s something new!” he announced as I shoved my leg forward, both of us giggling while the bridge and tunnel jam yelled “Yassssss!”.
“Yes, indeed”, we snickered as I mounted a bike, thrust my head back fully aware of the spectacle that was us.
Still giggling, we kept our clickers clacking as we chased the light down the nearest side street.
