New York Undead

251 W 20th St, New York, NY

Compared to the surrounding madness, Chelsea International Hostel had a relaxed vibe. Got in at 10pm and only wanted to rack out. Instead, I dropped my bags and stepped out with my camera. Stopped at a nearby deli. What the fuck, New York? Stopped to take a few pictures and became disappointed with the immediate lack of rooftop access. If I am to ever get the shots I want in NY City, I’ll need to spend more time searching out pipes and ladders.Garbage man pulls up. “You taking pictures of those posters?” The zombies were in frame but not my focus.“No. trying to get that water tower up there.”“People buy that?”“You never know.” I lied. The shot was purely a product of my desire to be on the rooftop, looking down at the zombies. ‘Zombie Land’ promotion beside stripper reference. Shuffled back to the hostel at 3am, dead on my feet. The city drained me. Met a chatty local girl at the check-in counter. She had very fair skin, blonde hair, an unassuming beauty and conspicuous bags under her eyes. Every minute sucked away my brain’s clarity as she talked. Desperately wanting to sleep, I extricated myself by making plans with her for a breakfast which I knew I’d miss. Never got her name.