joie de weird

New York is still weird. I know, it’s hard to believe. In an era where it seems all that made cities like this interesting is being quickly overwritten by weak ass transplant watering holes, AI food and boring glass + metal Temu towers, weirdness still persists.

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The joyful kind where you, on your way to grab a duo of Caesar’s Empandas during your lunch break, you can happen upon a group of people dancing haphazardly in the name of vibes and freedom.

©Xevi Aqeel

Much like the folks that watched as I took these shots, I was simply amused and didn’t think much of it beyond the day. But after getting then film roll developed and editing the photos a bit, the beauty and gravity of the moment dawned on me. This dance troupe was a reminder of the essence of the city. And in turn, that of life. Humans existing and taking part in action beyond the hustle of wage slavery and trappings of ego. These folks were living. I couldn’t tell you a single one of their names. I also am sure I’ll never see them again.

They were placed in my path not only for these beautiful images, but as a reminder that the weirdness of its denizens is where the beauty of New York lies.