Soho, Lower Manhattan, NY
I spent most of my time in Lower Manhattan when I was on a film-scoring summer program at NYU. During lunch breaks we would hang out at Washington Square Park, which was a two-minute walk away, where NY’s finest characters often conglomerate.
On one occasion as I got close to the jazz musicians who were performing at the square, I suddenly recognised the saxophone player who was a friend from College in London. 'What on earth are you doing here in New York?!', I squealed. He just so happens to be performing at the summer jazz festival a few blocks down from the park that evening. What are the chances.
Later that week, whilst having our lunch at the park, we saw an actor moving inside the square’s fountain in slow motion. His body was painted entirely in white, with the smallest cloth covering his private parts. I stared whilst carefully deconstructing a severely dry sandwich, which costed $12, whilst he silently whisked us away with the most perplexing performance. Soon after, a young chap wearing a marked cardboard over his shoulders walked past us, advertising free improvised poetry to anyone who fancied it. On my way out, I chatted with Judy, who turns out to be a pigeon whisperer. She has names for the pigeons who she has been feeding at Washington Square Park since the 80's. She also apologised on behalf of a particular pigeon who was apparently a bit feisty that day.
New York, New York.