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Times Square.
Ben Orlansky
These are my eyes. This is my city. Welcome to New York.
Some of my photos lie. Or do they? I capture microseconds of humanity. Look at that old man laughing. It warms your heart and puts a smile on your face. Well, actually, he was just picking his teeth, but the results and effects of those little micromoments remain the same. I may lie through my photos, but those lies have effected me greatly, and I hope they do the same for you.
All traumatizing images and words contained herein are from the depths of my own demented soul. Feel free to laugh, cry, repost, or hump as you see fit, but if you steal them, mark my words, me or my intimately good friend karma will find you.
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On the subway.
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Love.
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Some smart people once said to never aim your camera at the sun. I never listen to smart people.
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Portrait of a very naked dancing man.
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Upper East Side.
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If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere…
My new facebook page is finally up and running. Like it and I’ll love you forever.
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Wedding in the rain.
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I’m just gonna go ahead and leave this one without a caption.
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Portrait of a gloriously dirty city.
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Times Square.
Tie me down, sit on my legs. Take off my shirt, unzip my chest.
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And in other news, Joker was spotted making out with Harley Quinn the other night. Batman was unable to be reached for comment, but was seen sulking near various gentleman’s clubs, hurling batarangs to confuse the strippers.
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He sleeps. She thinks. As has been done since the beginning of time.
