Somewhere in New York, a princess is missing her slipper.

I’ve been playing with shooting from the hip again lately. It’s a bit of an art, because not only do you have to properly frame and compose the shot, but you have to keep the camera still, which is tougher than you’d think because you also have to shoot clandestinely. Well, maybe not “have to,” but it’s part of the fun of shooting from the hip–capturing people when they don’t realize they’re being captured.

New Yorkers don’t seem to like umbrellas very much. Or perhaps they just don’t like owning or carrying them. Whenever a decent amount of rainfall hits, they all buy cheap $5 street corner umbrellas, use them for a day, then toss them into trash cans when it stops raining. I call them “donebrellas.”

Last night was the Natuzzi event I mentioned in my last entry. For some reason, I always find myself best connecting with and having most fun with the people behind-the-scenes than anyone else. Which isn’t to say that the partygoers aren’t nice enough people, just that I seem to have more in common with the salt of the earth than the crème de la crème.

I was recently approached to cover an upcoming event at Natuzzi SoHo, a showroom for what is apparently the largest leather furniture manufacturer in the world. I stopped by earlier tonight to scout the location and get the lowdown on the location, layout, and lighting (alliteration in the house, what up).

This is Rick. My sister took me to FAO Schwartz to put him together, a birthday gift months in the making. Like me, he enjoys a good Irish whiskey from time to time. Perhaps too much.

I have never seen as many people out with cameras as I did today. At one point I saw about five or six people on the same small bridge, all looking out over one of the railings, shooting The Lake. It was kinda ridiculous.

If someone had told me sooner that a perk to working on heavy snow days was virtually empty trains, I’d have done it a long time ago.

Today’s update will be little more than this shot of a random traveler spotted in Penn Station. He’s not the real Epic Beard Man, but as the original is more of a Beard Man who happens to be Epic and this guy is more of a Man who happens to have an Epic Beard, I figure the distinction is enough to let it pass.

When I die, I hope they use the photo from my “About Me” page, or something similarly silly. I don’t take myself seriously in life, I’d hate to start after I was dead.