Young people crammed into insanely priced studios with five other people, catching a deal on exercise equipment, trainers working carefully with the less fit, the 60, 70, 80 year-olds grimly biking, running, gliding, walking, stepping, pushing, pulling, the children stoically on treadmills with watchful parents nearby - the neighborhood. All here, in beat-up sweats and chic stretch.
An old knee, eager to remember younger days of bike messengering and the once-easy commute to City College, joins the crowd and begins a new journey slowly peddling in place through the neighborhood crowd.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.