I spent yesterday visiting different book stores in Brooklyn. I’ll admit that i’m not the biggest reading enthusiast. I prefer picture books. I pay attention to the way letters look, rather than read them. But still, books hold a wonderful charm to them, just as do book stores. Safe, cozy, and organized.
Then I got the chance to peek into the city’s Community BookStore. Different, chaotic, quirky. I may not read many books, but they sure are beautiful to take photos of.
I fell a little behind on the days, and my camera lens broke the other day, but i’ll upload what I can. New York is a wild experience of every flavor. There is diversity everywhere and even in the ugliest parts there’s an unexpected charm. But what I love most is when you blur the lights a little, everything starts looking the same.