A collection of New York City street photographs from The Painted Girl
Copyright Brian Neuls
As I lower the gate on the freight elevator, Melina puts a hand on the gate to hold it up. “Going somewhere?” she asks. She doesn’t wait for a response, though, as she steps into the elevator with me. We stand a moment, the elevator not moving. I’m about to tell her to hit the button when:
“It’s alright to be angry.”
She reaches back and presses the button. The elevator jerks to life and takes us to street level.
Outside, she asks: “You coming with me?”
“Where are you going?”
“Out into the city.”
She smiles and starts off towards the closest intersection. She moves like the street is there for her, like cars and other pedestrians are meant to watch for her…to look at her. Maybe that’s what we’re here for: to notice women like Melina. At this moment, I call it ‘The Walk of the Constantly (and Implicitly) Complimented’.
The second part of the compiling of The Painted Girl journals (comprising journals 4-6) will be entitled:
"The Boy Who Knew Nothing But Love"