There are certain images that one conjures up in their head when preparing for a trip to a city that is photographically classic. I think every photographer has, at some stage, had ideas about shooting timeless images on the streets of New York. The lure of the laneway, the streetside deli, the unassuming passer-by are too much to pass up.
When I think of New York, I think of the old black and white film noir movies. Shadow, concrete, architectural line, rain puddles in the road, the light through a window casting a glow in a cobbled laneway. Deep, rich black and white frames, where all the compositional elements line up, with a nice grain, and a healthy range of tones.
Berenice Abbott was a photographer who first started shooting New York in 1929. She began her photographic career by working for Man Ray as his darkroom assistant. She quickly fell in love with photography, and worked in Paris, where she met Eugène Atget and subsequently acquired part of his collection after his death and published the book, Atget, photographe de Paris, before packing up her studio and moving to New York. She fell in love with New York and it’s photographic possibilities.

Seventh Avenue looking south from 35th Street, Manhattan. via New York Public Library's flickr stream
and I couldn’t resist this one:


































