Rafael – berry st|williamsburg bridge

Rafael

2 pm, 105°F,

I realized that the only place where I could find a big shadow was down the Williamsburg bridge.

I made the framing, and a car stopped at my side.

The driver was yiddish, my same age, very curious.

He started asking me questions on my life, so we got a half hour conversation.

We talked about me about him about Italy and Nyc. About politics and art.

But I didn’t ask him to take a picture. This is Rafa’s picture.

s: hi man!

r: what are you doing man?

s: shooting, you?

r: Coming back home, from work.

s: what’s your job?

r: I’m a bricklayer.

s: you speak spanish right?

r: yes.

s: yo soy stefano, buen gusto.

r: rafael, mucho gusto…