This time, as a street photographer and professional food photographer, I’d like to share a personal experience with you. Right about 10 years ago I started a journey that would change my life in many ways.
One of my dreams has always been to live in New York, and in March 2007, thanks to a job opportunity, that dream came true.
Why am I telling you this story? Because it shaped me from a young, stupid and arrogant man unto a mature, less stupid and self-confident adult… It took me 10 years to realize that, though.
But most important, I fell in love with photography and its ability to stimulate the mind and the spirit. With my first pay cheque, I bought a camera and spent the whole time documenting my time there. I was the happiest living in New York and that’s all that mattered. Here’s my story:
I got a live-in job in Westchester County, the place was amazing!
Particularly impressive during fall and winter
Work was ok, nothing special; we were just a bunch of foreign, horny kids doing some waiting for year and a half.
That’s me on duty with the drinks cart.
I was in New York and nobody could take that away from me!
Photography made things easier and I was getting to know my photographic eye. I was fascinated by the architecture and the street scenes
I was so lucky to be face to face with the most amazing art collection
I saw my heroes at the old Yankee Stadium
Even witnessed Mo’s legendary cut fastball
Went to a few concerts and saw how special NYC gigs are
Met some of my favorite musicians
I had a go at golf
But realized that it wasn’t my thing
So I kept photographing things and eating hot dogs and pretzels
And gained a lot of weight
I loved everything about New York
But never understood American’s obsession with flags
What I cherish the most are my friends
And the best thing is that I met my happy thought