I walked by a lot of street style photographers today. Well, I was around SoHo for a while, so that makes sense. But they were seriously everywhere on the sidewalks, and if not them, then mango sellers.
They were on every corner today! Must be the glorious weather that makes mangoes a thing. I wonder if they just buy a batch, cut them up, and baggie them. I mean, that's what it seems like, and people do stop for some. I'm not sure how that would fly in Georgia. Maybe great, depending on where and the weather, but possibly suspicious, because we could basically get all of the tools at home.
Then again, in Georgia, we sell peanuts on the side of the road and Smoked BBQ in gas station parking lots. They're everywhere.
Same goes for street style photographers in SoHo, I guess.
Down one block, there was a guy with his huge-butt camera, focusing on a girl's shoes. Down the next block, there was a pair of trendy-looking twenty-somethings directing a girl how to stand, then asking her to sign a release. And then to the right and over I walked into a shot of a guy crouched at the feet of gorgeous blonde who looked effortlessly cool in her shorts and button down.
And none asked me to stop. Not one.
Okay, granted, I'm not as effortless a New Yorker or vixen-tall as those other girls, but what these street style photographers need is a girl who's squat, wearing Keds and a cardigan, and looks lost, like she needs a cupcake. They should take a photo of her being confused and reading street signs and retracing her steps down the block again.
That would be extremely compelling.
Or she can just photobomb behind the girl on the street, sticking out her tongue as he takes a shot.
Yeah, he probably won't use it.