Oops a Memory
I've been wanting to start a photojournal online for a while and when I saw this it inspired the name: Oops a Memory. The title to an ill-designed, unplanned life full of images and ideas thrown together into something that, for better or for worse, becomes memorable. I'm a fan of wall writing, bathroom stall politics, wet concrete love letters and strange graffiti, although I myself never do it (too chicken). I don't know the author of this series but there are several scattered around Greenpoint and I think they're funny, poetic and like all of New York, kind of ironic. I thank whoever wrote it for my photojournal title.