4 Jun 2022

On the Lower East Side there is a back alley bar filled with brides, and brothers, and historical secrets. You had one birthday wish: a night on the town, a few surprises, the stench of Florida soft soap wafting through the front door beckoning you to run.

Two women stand in a dark alleyway lit by two lights, one warm and one cooler. In the front, the woman wears a blue dress, in focus, her arm across the alleyway and hand against the brick wall. In the back, the second woman stands out of focus, hands together near her lap.