From the day
Perspective: The Street Photographer · Sight
The flash of my Nikon catches the rain-slicked pavement, illuminating a girl in a fly leather bomber jacket clutching a Cabbage Patch Kid like it’s made of gold. I edge past a theater marquee where the neon glow of *Never Say Never Again* bleeds crimson onto the sidewalk, competing with the flickering static of a shop-window television showing Reagan’s address. The air tastes of damp wool and exhaust, and everywhere I look, shadow-drenched silhouettes in oversized shoulder pads dissolve into the October mist. I frame a shot of a man shouting into a massive gray brick of a Motorola phone, his face a portrait of the future amidst the grit of 42nd Street.