I used to do this a lot more often when they were littler, but over the weekend, whilst we were out and about, I couldn’t help but ask my kids to strike a couple of specific poses.
Finding ourselves meandering around Central Park on Sunday morning, we passed by a spot I’d highlighted here just a couple of days earlier. As such, here are Charlotte & Oliver unwittingly replicating a photograph of the great Nick Cave, minus the menacing glare, of course.
Later in the day, meanwhile, I made the grievous mistake of suggesting we go to Hoboken. This isn’t to suggest that it’s always ill-advised to visit the neighboring city in question, but to venture onto the streets of Hoboken on an unseasonably sweltering Sunday afternoon during the height of football season (let alone one so politically charged), one’s senses are more than likely to be bombarded by myriad examples of abject douchebaggery. As a result, my children got to see, hear and smell Hoboken at its arguable worst. My loose plan was to visit a record store on Washington Street called Tunes. We did that, walked over to the river to gaze at Manhattan from a different vantage point, and then stealthily sprinted back to the PATH.
In any case, on our way over to the Jersey side, upon descending the stairs into the PATH station on West 9th Street, I was struck by the structural similarity to a particular stairwell in another iconic image of doom-laden post-punk royalty. See below.
The shot we were attempting to pay homage to, of course, being Anton Corbijn's photo of Joy Division below...
Lastly, this wasn't a tribute to another photo, but whilst waiting for a train, I glanced up and captured Oliver walking toward me in a moment of seemingly perfect visual symmetry. I think it came out quite well.