It is snowing outside right now, which, paradoxically, has me thinking of summer in NYC. This picture just came to mind. It was “fashion week” here, the end of summer; purely from a street perspective, this means there are models outside everywhere–going to and from shows, often in packs, on the subways, in crosswalks, like small herds of exotic creatures. I spotted this kid standing by himself, looking a little forlorn, on 13th Street and was struck by his beautiful face–the almost perfectly symmetrical features.
I asked if I could take his picture. He shrugged–no smile–and impassively let me take a few. I looked at them on my camera–the light was so beautiful; his skin glowed. I asked him if he was a model, what shows he was doing; I assumed he was. He shook his head, No. He said he’d just moved here from LA to start school at NYU, but, yeah, maybe he’d see if he could get some modeling gigs. “You definitely could,” I told him then added, “but stay in school, okay?” He nodded again in his passive way. I never did get his name, nor did he ask for any pictures. I call him Apollo, after the Greek god of light.