I couldn't tell what he was saying to her, but I could tell he thought it was REALLY important. Too bad I didn't have time to capture the guy with the super ironic facial hair to my left.
Still wrapped up the train, even though the biting cold wind had faded, even outside.
Back from BBurg early in the morning, with the expected long wait for the G at Metropolitan ave.
On the R, can wonder what he was thinking 'bout, but the well developed train face reveals no inner secrets.
Johnny Cash he was night, more Buddy Holly/Roy Orbison.
Big puffy black jacket that never seemed to end. Big jackets are good for self on the train, let's you create your own little realm of personal space. Sucks for everyone else though.
Crowded train 2 days before Xmas - guess I wasn't the only sucker still working.
Got her just as she got up to exit, somehwere around City Hall I think. Got a little nervous there as train crew were out looking at open car doors and rattling off names of parts. Worked out alright though as all that happened is we went express, which suited me just fine.
On the right was another quick exit just a sI started, a couple of stops later. Blue scarf hung around for the duration, catching glimpses between dozing, all the way to Herald Square.
Woman in pink hat being menaced by big puffy green jacket.
Tortoise shell rims complemented with a seemingly grumpy demeanor but i think just a little confused when he asked if we were at Fulton street when we were at Fulton street.
My man was on the Supreme Team yo.
Reposting after a long hiatus. 1 train ride from September.
...had a great time (you can check some of my shitty Droid photos on the wall). The show will be up the rest of the month and you can check it out anytime the space is open for an event - check http://www.littlefieldnyc.com/calendar/ for the schedule.
Monday morning on the R to Whitehall.
These 2 were asleep before the doors were even closed on this 1 train departing its point of origin - South Ferry.
My ballpoint pen getting ill with big awesome hair and a ruffled blouse.
Parts and pieces of the ever changing human landscape sewn together duing my ride to Grand Central.
Rahul Sabnis for a few moments before he realized I was standing 5 feet away drawing him on the work bound 1 train.
Watcha looking at sucka?
R train.
On the 1 to South Ferry, over to the Whitehall side where a family pack was frolicking on the platform waiting on the Brooklyn bound R.
She was promising but jetted with at Nevins.
Reading on the R train a peachy orange against an almost white blond hair.
His hunter green tee accentuated his wonderful gut nicely.
IPOD fiddling, red shirt remaining loyal in uniform to the color of his 7th avenue line.
Kept dropping the "you are molded from dust and what will you do when you breathe your last breath?" He was a little more apocalyptic than most. Young Russian dude on the car didn't seem to realize that there was not coherent discourse to be had with the preacher man and instead of taking the normal approach of tuning out tried to argue the point, which predictably had no effect.
PermFoHawk-less on the R.
Diggin' the doo on the right. A nice almost Jeri-curl on top with a high setting clipper on the side. Coupled with a gruff yet with a few "pretty" attributes, made for quite an interesting character on this uptown 1 train from South Ferry.
The south end of the platform grew crowded at Union Street.
On the R train.
Sikh man in creamy blue shirt reading as woman in orange minds her biz across the way.
Getting to the end of the day camp season, so soon no more 9th street. Wasn't loving the dude i was sketching there anyhow, so he got a little overrun by the more compelling chica on the R.
Quick hair gesture sketch on the R Train.
1 Train to Houston.
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