Wait For It

New York City in photographs that convey the city's many personalities, from the absurd to the profound. In Wait for it, New York thrums with the energy of 8 million inhabitants. Here they are in the rain, in the snow, on a sultry summer’s day, morning and night, waiting for the subway, rollerblading, pulling wheelies, doing handstands, walking the dog, drinking from fire hydrants, and dressed as a crocodile cycling to who knows where?  To look at David Gray’s photos is to feel that you are part of the drama of the city itself, the person on the other side of the lens, catching a glimpse of the Brooklyn Bridge through the windscreen of a rain-lashed car, spying a dog through the steamed-up glass of a coffee shop, or peeping at a man with a cane as he contemplates the creamy white contours of a female nude in the sculpture hall of New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art. This is not rural America; this is cheek-by-jowl living, where everyone rubs against one another, for better and worse, and where the private is almost always public. We are all being watched. We are all in the frame.