Matt Feldman Photography
Hotel de Ville’s winter carnival carousel, with it’s painted scenes from around the city and nation, sits empty on an early January afternoon.
At the edge of the Champ de Mars, the public green space between the Eiffel Tower and Les Invalides.
The afternoon traffic in SoHo.
Air conditioning units alternate up the side of this building along the High Line Park. Reflected in the bottom window are the windows of the building from a…
From the west side of New York City, about 28th Street.
The corner of 7th Ave and 9th Street in Brooklyn on a warm summer night.
By 1957, the Village Vanguard, having gone through a few prior incarnations, took its place as the center of the jazz universe. Icons of the genre flocked to…
A busy street’s facade on an afternoon in SoHo.
Taken from the High Line Park at 10th Ave and 25th St.
Taken in 2011, this building was going up in the Queen Street east area of Toronto.
A man on his phone on the platform of the Broadway-Lafayette Station in SoHo, New York City.
The Domino Sugar factory on the south side of Baltimore’s harbor.
Just two steps outside my hotel in Geneva, I didn’t even have time to raise the camera and aim. A lucky shot.
Walking around the Queen/King Street East area of Toronto.
Urban Decay from Queen Street East in downtown Toronto.
One of the many tracts of abandoned row homes in the city where 16 of 16 houses on a block are boarded up. Block after block. Street after…
Looking east across the city from outside the Basilica of Notre-Dame de Fourvière.
With a view just slightly different from last week’s Wet Street, a wider shot of the neighbourhood around the Arc de Triomphe. The ferris wheel at Place de…
One of the blocks near Johns Hopkins Hospital where every single home is abandoned and boarded up to some degree. A common sight around the city.
From the top of the Arc de Triomphe, traffic on the Champs Elysees after the rain.
A 360 degree view of an intersection in Lyon’s 1st arrondissement.
Along the highway between Lilongwe and Blantyre, a common sight: transportation is often by foot.
Afternoon traffic in the Capital City neighborhood of Lilongwe.
Seen from the passenger window of my taxi, on the way to the offices of UNICEF Malawi.
The woman behind the front desk, Olivetta, said there is violence in the city today. Police are clearing out the hawkers and touts from the main road toward the Capital City neighborhood, and people on the streets are reacting by throwing stones and resisting the police. “Don’t go there.”
On a cloudy February day in Paris almost 12 years ago, I walked into the cramped store on the Left Bank and was awed. It was a scene of wall to wall books. Floor to ceiling, piled on tables and shelves, stacked on the floor, spilling out onto the sidewalk, where tattered and used titles were in a box marked ’15f’ (about $3). I had never seen anything like it. Or smelled anything like it. It was a pure, unadulterated literary paradise.
Seen looking east from the High Line Park, somewhere near 18th Street.
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