When I first came to the East Village I lived in a loft on 7th Street just west of Avenue A with a friend of mine and various short term roommates. We had a lot of space. 128 E. 7th Street. It is a condominium now. It was an old industrial building of some kind, not a space designed for living and we had no residential lease. One of my upstairs neighbors in those days was David Byrne, of The Talking Heads. The building had a communal mail box mounted under a slot on the front door and I have a strong memory of sifting through all the postcards from adoring fans addressed to Mr. Byrne  looking for my Con Ed bill.

This gallery is fairly eclectic. Between what seemed very brief periods of being gainfully employed I roamed around the Village taking photos, day and night. I also took a lot of photos inside our loft.  I had no particular purpose or idea in mind. If I had to describe the overarching feeling that inhabited me, I would call it nostalgia.