The sense of loss was palpable when I stepped off the train… it was my first time there — a last minute decision on a last minute trip, I hadn't planned to shoot anything.
Then it hit me.
Coney Island was a postcard of dreams. I knew it before I knew America. Years of elegant decay had rendered a place whose magic, once captured beautifully on film, felt like remnants of a potent memory.
(shot on iPhone 4 in the time it took to eat a popsicle and dance a salsa.)