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March 17th, 2003
Yesterday, Jeremy and I walked from Wall Street to 34th Street. Like a lot of people, we were out enjoying the bizarrely nice weather. We ended up at B&H Photo, where I had never been. It was like this nightmarish version of FAO Schwartz, which I’d already found pretty nightmarish. The idea of buying a new camera kind of instantly gave me a migraine because all these very specific deal points come to mind: like it has to be light and sturdy with an amazing lens and fast shutter and ability to work quickly. And it’s like that Total commercial where you’d have to eat twenty bowls of the competitor’s cereal to get one ”dream camera”. Like I want something with the picture quality of a Leica or Contax with the ease of a Canon Elph. But B&H is not for the fantasy shopper. They make it almost impossible to exit if you’re not buying anything. So we kind of crawled out there kind of discombobulated and empty handed. On the way to the subway, Jeremy saw a statue of Jesus he really liked and I decided that 34th Street really bums me out.
