I was at Eastern Standard the other night. Rare for me.
Nightlife has not changed since I can remember. Still a lot of beautiful people, varying degrees of stress and distress.
It's never easy to take photos at bars, lounges and nightspots but like airports people let their guard down at bars.
There are the loners. Enough said.
There are the smoozers. Hmmmm.
There are the groups.
The wingmen. I like them the most.
I am a good wingman.
The bachelors and bachelorettes. Too many to count.
I love watching the "first daters".
I love watching the most the "senior daters".
You see them and they are not speaking. They are just being.
Often, they hold their hands oblivious to white noise.
The waiter comes and asks a question and there's no response from either
senior. They are just locked in a gaze.
No, you are thinking of the cialis commercials. It's never usually like with couples who have been together for decades.
It was amazing to observe them.

I have been thinking of portraiture lately.
Aileen came to visit us and is spending a few days. C1 is having a blast with her. She's got this idea of photographing street-signs to remember where she lived.
I think it's a brilliant idea.
Anyway, I'll thinking about own photography project and it will most likely involve mixing it up and discovery of other senior daters.
Or hanging around the airport and taking photos of people reuniting in embrace.
OK. I am a Love Actually fan. Not really the movie but the beginning and end.

Black and white.
And the Whiskey Mash?
It was good.