Sometimes it's India. Sometimes it's Occupy Wall Street. Depends on the day.
This is Joel's photo of me.
He got me to stand still for a split second and send a prayer to love with hopes it would be returned. It was this picture, years later, that caught the Mariner's eye.
And this is Joel at his birthday party.
Two dozen friends from all over the tri-state area descended on New Jersey to celebrate, shower him with art books and good food and sing along with his renditions of Noel Cowards' bawdy songs and political parodies.
Joel just turned 69. His mother is 100. This bodes well for the world.
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.