earlier i took photos of a group of hipsters who walked behind me.
not only did they mob up around me (this is NYC stop) …
but the reason i photographed them, was because they kept upsetting people.
they kept stopping to take photos of people they didnt ask. two men from an afro-puerto rican barbershop told them to stop taking photos of his son getting his hair done.
and then they traipsed into a Botanica squealing loudly about Ouija boards.
they were asked to leave when they automatically troubled the space of the botanica, and roared loudly about “magic” and “anything for spells”.
and i shot their photos.
now here’s where it gets funny.
4 white people in their late thirties (they look older, for all i know they could be 19) skipped around my neighborhood, for four blocks behind me, stalking up to , and taking pictures of black and brown people without permission.
and totally hated it when i did it to them.
"why’d you take my picture? who are you? why are you photographing us?"
so i told them “whatever excuse you gave to the people of this neighborhood when you shot theirs, pretend i said it-” and walked off.