Letter from the Editor: Five Minutes and a Fountain

“Meet me by the fountain”, I said.

He agrees, “Yes, we’ll go to that little French place”.

It’s 1pm, harsh light in mid-town, he and his beret rush over. “Wait! Like this! Drop the purse, chin to me. Yes, like that. Keep doing that…”

I in my floof & grown-out purple rush over. I drop my bag, <snap snap snap>. We giggle. A guy in work boots at the fountain smirks at us, laughs while finishing his street Gyro. Stomps the foil.

The Beret & the Floof giggle at their absurdity.

How can New York be dead if we’re here?

Aleksandr Karjaka
Aleksandr Karjakahttp://karjaka.com
Aleksandr Karjaka came to New York for the music, but stayed for the visuals. As a classically trained musician, he’s had the honor of performing with some of the greatest musicians, and artistic houses, in the world. Often quoted as "Listening through his eyes." he's photographed the lives and stories of thousands of artists of all fields over the years. Here are their KARJAKA portraits.

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