Pink hair on Houston street platform.
1 train.
Where'dya get that jacket?
Pole culture on the 2 train.
Houston street station yet again. I need to stop being so lazy and start dragging my ass back to west 4th. For a while I enjoyed the peace but now its getting boring. Maybe when it gets warmer.
The 1 train kinda sucks too, this guy agrees.
Started off with the woman on the left who's face drew me in. Then got into the guy in the left who's just slightly off white skin and pale yellow hair had interesting patches of red and orange.
The bright hat in the foreground was a bit of a shock to the rest of the colors on the train. Although the tweedy hat on the right had some fun stuff going on if you looked really close.
Woman in near complete silhouette and man on the bench at Houston Street.
1 train.
Detroit in Red.
Kid bouncing around on the M. Mom needs to buy you some longer pants. Its cold out there.
Bag like vessel of indeterminate purpose hanging from girders in Houston street station. Light wash courtesy of Peter Luger steak sauce.
Woman with knit hat that reminded me of a birthday cake. She must have thought my attention creepy as she strolled away when we all crossed the platform at Chambers for the Brooklyn train.
Bottom of the stairs at Chambers.
Sorry lady, just how it happens some times. Don't think woman next to me approved.
Big dude in big hoodie on the 2.
Fleeting women on the platform at Houston and on the 1.
Zoning out with eyes wide open on the 2.
I wish I had a gold paint marker to try and capture the shininess of the trim on the second guy's headphones, he coulda caught a fish with those. The guy on the left's brow will definitely be filed for future use.....
...just missed 1 train as I got down to the platform, so I had some time to observe this tourist trying to work the Metrocard machine at Houston St. station after a lengthy discussion with the station Redcoat which seemed oddly flirtatious.
Next 1 arrived soon thereafter.
A few moments on the Chambers street platform before mine and his 3 trains arrived.
Got into a no AC hot as balls car but was content to get into my drawing until train started sitting at Fulton st. and something came over the speaker about a train with mechanical problems ahead. with about 8 minutes to get to the theater on Court street I decided my best bet would be run through the Donkey Kong like maze which is the Fulton Street station and catch the 4.
Orthodox Jewish man and his daughter who was hiding under her "NY" baseball cap as he was getting involved in a little religious text. Got to theater at 715, movie wasn't playing anymore at that time, so had to hit Cobble Hill cinemas for 8oclock, worked out as we got to grab some quick sushi b4 the show...such a Carrie Bradshaw sequence, outside the fact that she's not big on rapid transit and doesn't go to "Broooooooooooooooklyn".
2 was uncharacteristically crowded and dind't get a good perch until we reached Manhattan, so I only managed 1 rushed sketch. I realized later that this woman lived in my hood - saw her on the promenade Friday evening. Weird when that happens, I feel like I should go say whatsup as if I know them.
Couldn't have done a worse job capturing her essence. What can I say, the local trains are toughcan't get in as much of a grove as the express...
The downtown Houston 1 station is usually kinda dead, so I'm starting to doodle what interesting structures I can find.
This was pretty grey, even the color that was obviously there was reading greyscale to me.
And I don't think I've seen many garments bluer than this woman's dress, if I had a swatch of taht fabric I would have glued it over as collage.