Max and I decided it would be fun to take the subway all the way to the end of a line in New York City. We ended up going to Coney Island. Before visiting, I had preconceived notions of a quaint place, with ladies walking around in dresses circa 1900, carrying parasols over their shoulders in one hand, little boys dressed in suspenders in the other. This was definitely not the case. Among the scantily clad tattooed young teenagers, we saw many other interesting characters including this one:
This woman struck me as incredibly interesting and then I saw her again at the East Side Gallery. More to come on this amazing open-air gallery later. Perhaps she was the model for this painting 20 years earlier?
