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WRITTEN PORTRAITS of people sPotted IN NYC.

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Oct 1
Oct 1 The Scratcher

Samantha Levin

She couldn’t stop scratching. The veins in her hand cringed and slithered to the surface of her tan, cracked skin. Her boy-cut…

Sep 1
Sep 1 The Invisible New Yorker

Samantha Levin

He waved his gun at the window. Just enough so that the window washer would…

Aug 1
Aug 1 The 66-Year-Old Teenager

Samantha Levin

“OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD! How are ya honeyyy!” the 59-year-old teenager squealed. Her over-bleached hair and fake…

Jul 1
Jul 1 The Moley Woman

Samantha Levin

She had a pink mole on her left cheek right by her nostril that wobbled every time she opened her mouth. Like a little pink earthquake it…

Jun 1
Jun 1 The Almost Man

Samantha Levin

He kept telling us we could make thousands if we just sent them a letter. He kept telling us to trust him, to trust this almost man with his slickly…

May 1
May 1 Like Father, Not Son

Samantha Levin

He was almost attractive, but his eyes were more grey than blue and his jaw line was hidden under baby soft skin. He was leaning back in his…

Apr 1
Apr 1 The Insecu-ah-e Boy

Samantha Levin

He was 20 years old, and he couldn’t pronounce his r’s. The girl sitting next to him asked if he had an English accent. I cringed. He tried to speak like a…

Mar 1
Mar 1 The Yin Yang Couple

Samantha Levin

His eyes were black shooter marbles that never looked directly at me. He had lanky, feminine hands, which he casually cracked and a hard jet-black…

Feb 1
Feb 1 The Checklister

Samantha Levin

There is a fine line between the creative man and the business man. It usually goes unnoticed. This man vacillated between…

Jan 1
Jan 1 The 20-Something NYC Interns

Samantha Levin

Female Intern #1: “This city makes me feel so alive!…

Dec 1
Dec 1 The Mortal Machine

Samantha Levin

Staring at the glossy screen of my MacBook Pro, I feel oddly nostalgic for the glorious, infinite qualities I once saw in…

Nov 1
Nov 1 The Testosterone Room

Samantha Levin

Bah-bump-t-bump-bam. She typed against the rhythm of the ball, as it slapped the floor above her. The chiclet keys of her…

 

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