New York, N.Y.
As a kid, I used to sit and draw complex patterns of imaginary lines between the spatial intersections between myself and the world. From any perspective I could feel the weight of a room or the balance of its objects. The couch and the coffee table, the paintings on the wall. I could more than see these connections, I could feel them… even hear them.
Sometimes it was beautiful and sometimes it hurt, but looking and seeing those lines, those connections was something I always enjoyed. I grew with it and it became part of me. So you might wonder why am I a photographer and not an architect? It’s simple… I got the hell out of the house!
Somewhere in life I made the switch from drawing connections between myself and objects to drawing connections between myself and others… or better yet, simply drawing the connections between life. How do you capture that in a photo? It’s hard to say exactly… sometimes it’s a visual balance of composition. Sometimes it’s an emotional connection. Sometimes it just
is.
This gallery is a random collection of these photos taken around New York. I hope you enjoy them.
TMN Contributing Photographer
J. Geoffrey Badner is a Creative Director and Photographer who resides in Park Slope, Brooklyn, with his wife, Susan and daughter, Sasha. To see more of his work you can visit his photography portfolio at
geoffbadner.com or his design portfolio at
MACROSTATE.
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