Back in the early eighties I used to hop on a bus or get in a car and drive over to a magical island, the island of Manhattan. My cousin gave me a camera along with a few canisters of film. I had a little darkroom in my basement. I snapped these pictures. It was a fun time for me and great memories were created hanging out on the scene, in the clubs and on the streets of the Lower East Side. I met some great people, some to this day I am still friends with. I have been hoarding these images for a long time. I guess this is as good a time to share them as any. Enjoy the pictures, Ran.D.
