Erdil’s Tailoring, 87th between Lex and 3rd.
I just happened to be walking down 87th Street, it was blazing hot in a glaring sun kind of way but as I walked past this bleached-by-the-sun-wall something pulled me beyond the shapes, textures and colours of the building. Something drew me to look in. There he was, sitting at a table, a small lamp illuminating the material he was working with. Such a tiny light and a man quiet and totally absorbed in his stitching. This scene shone right out of the shop, brighter somehow than the daylight.
Not sure I would have spotted this. An interesting shot – just wish I could see what he was stitching
It’s why we need poets; to tell us what only the artist sees.