On my laptop I keep a folder marked “old photos.” The strange thing about coming of age before the advent of social media is how different the archiving process can be. When I was eighteen my best friend was a photo major at NYU who always carried a point and shoot camera with her. We used to joke that for all of our debauchery, she had the photos and I had the stories. Together we could piece together what happened. Our freshman year she did a photo essay on the lesbian bar scene, and thus I went with her to as many lesbian bars as I could. We told ourselves it was homework. We told ourselves this was the key to happiness. We told ourselves that we would meet girls and fall in love and be wild and have the best night. It was the reason we moved to New York. We carried this optimism into bars and clubs and parties for years. It’s the story of my very first New York.
August 2019: Girls On Film
August 2019: Girls On Film
August 2019: Girls On Film
On my laptop I keep a folder marked “old photos.” The strange thing about coming of age before the advent of social media is how different the archiving process can be. When I was eighteen my best friend was a photo major at NYU who always carried a point and shoot camera with her. We used to joke that for all of our debauchery, she had the photos and I had the stories. Together we could piece together what happened. Our freshman year she did a photo essay on the lesbian bar scene, and thus I went with her to as many lesbian bars as I could. We told ourselves it was homework. We told ourselves this was the key to happiness. We told ourselves that we would meet girls and fall in love and be wild and have the best night. It was the reason we moved to New York. We carried this optimism into bars and clubs and parties for years. It’s the story of my very first New York.