Yes, Paris is the city that resonates most with my soul. But there is a part of me, an energy, an openness that is rooted in my years growing up in the crazy, hectic, tolerant, engaging energy that is New York. Working there last week I felt that connection. Somehow what seems like too many people, too much commerce, too much hyperness, and yes too much poverty, somehow comes together to work. As we were filming a commercial I would take a moment to watch the bike commuters, sail over the Brooklyn Bridge, dispersing into the city, the start of a beautiful day. And the end of that day, on what in part was a tacky bar scene on a Fifth Ave. rooftop, was in larger part an opportunity to view the city, on a clear and colorful evening.
This young man sitting in a cafe sees me taking his picture and does not make a face, does not duck down out of frame, is not rude, fearful, or silly. He looks to the camera with confidence, an internal strength knowing that he is a worthy subject, and that we are collaborating in creating this image.
Stand by for my new French collection. Images from my last trip there on my Lune de Miel avec ma femme, Jenifer. The Messenger approaches