The quirky, offbeat, humorous side of New York City as observed and captured by street photographer, Rich Docherty...
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Okay, I get it. Performance art is meant to be experimental. There are no rules or guidelines. It is art because the artist says it's art.
Now meet Otis Houston, Jr., aka "Black Cherokee"...and yes, he really is part Cherokee.
Otis has been doing this shtick in one form or another for over a decade in NYC, but just recently relocated to midtown after becoming a long-time fixture along the FDR Drive--a couple of blocks from his Harlem home--where he entertained passing motorists during the morning rush hour.
Black Cherokee came to NYC from South Carolina in 1969, immersed himself in the drug scene of the 70's and 80's and eventually landed in prison, which is where an art class inspired him to eventually become a "performance artist."
Gotta give some props to anyone who spends the day with an orange jammed in his mouth, but if it's a fruit and art combo that I desire, give me a painting by Monet any day...
Eating On The Job
Thursday, February 14, 2013
There oughta be a law.
Pedestrians munching heaping salads while negotiating NYC's teeming sidewalks?
FUGHEDABOUDIT!
This precarious practice is hazardous to everyone else's health...an accident just waiting to happen. One misstep and whammo! We're plucking lettuce bits out of our eyeballs and slipping on dollops of creamy ranch.
No, thank-you. The street should remain the domain of the venerable pretzel and hot dog, foods you can eat with one hand, no balancing act required.
Not to mention a heckuva lot more fun...
Vegging Out
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