Tell Your Story

Anishka & mom. Photo by Niya Bascom Photography
Yesterday was a long day, less about work for a change and more focused on family.  I spent most of it in Long Island, half the day killing time at the immigration office and the other half trying not to get lost amongst the gorgeous homes in the suburbs.  Eventually made it back to Brooklyn in time for drinks in Tribeca at the stylishly simplistic bar, Weather Up, joined by mom, NB and our new friend, colleague and excellent personal stylist, Kalyn Johnson.  Check out her site when you have a chance, we have a lot in common!
Weather Up. Not pictured here but had me very intrigued was the ram's head taxidermy juxtaposed against the clean white walls of the restaurant. Photo source:; Credit: The Gothamist
Starved, we eventually wandered past the beautiful court houses of downtown Manhattan to grab a late night meal at our favourite Chinatown restaurant nestled comfortably between several bail bond offices.  Yes, with all the excursions around NY and the glaring differences of our destinations, the irony of ending up at our guilty indulgence in gritty Chinatown was quite interesting.
Chinatown. Niya Bascom Photography
Even more interesting was happening upon this pop-up booth sitting quietly in the middle of Foley Square, opposite the Supreme Court building.  Besides my ongoing fascination with pop-up shops and booths, the words sprawled across its glass walls really spoke to me...

love this.
write our own history.
So powerful!  The booth belongs to the Story Corps organization, and was originally located at the WTC path station in 2005. why am I only now seeing this???  Anyhow, the organization is an independent nonprofit whose mission is to provide Americans of all backgrounds and beliefs with the opportunity to record, share, and preserve the stories of their lives.  Such a great idea to have the actual people record their own history as opposed to someone else's interpretation of it.  Even more interesting is that our day began and ended with the same context in mind...from the journey to the Long Island immigration office and ending up in one of the largest ethnic neighbourhoods in New York City.  Beyond that my journey really began in India and Africa, through the Caribbean and ending up here.  We all have a story to tell about who we are and where we came from...
Photo: Niya Bascom Photography
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