West Forty-third Street (Yellow Cabs) by Joseph O. Holmes

Surprise Monday greetings collectors! It's Sara with a bonus edition from 20x200 favorite, Joseph O. Holmes. Joe sent us some of his newest work and we were immediately smitten with West Forty-third Street (Yellow Cabs). From recently spotting Yellow Cabs on PDN's Photo of the Day, to contemplating our own views from the 9th floor 20x200 office, this photo has not left our collective memories for long.

Last Friday evening, the 20x200 crew was enjoying perfect end-of-summer weather in Madison Square Park, scarfing down Shake Shack burgers, when the very New York-ness of the occasion got us all to talking about Joe's photographs. As you know, Jen's been the busiest bee lately, causing her to lament that she feels like she's been missing out on New York and all of the hustle, bustle and craziness that make the city great. And truth be told, it's not often that you'd find us all out of the office. But, with some relief Jen remarked, Joe's out there on the streets, witnessing and documenting his vision of the city—its chaos and chance encounters. We are thankful that as random and magical moments like the one pictured here occur, they are recorded by Joe who shares them with us all.

Jen dug up this pitch-perfect poem to accompany today's edition for your enjoyment:

Steps by Frank O'Hara

How funny you are today New York
like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime
and St. Bridget's steeple leaning a little to the left

here I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days
(I got tired of D-days) and blue you there still
accepts me foolish and free
all I want is a room up there
and you in it
and even the traffic halt so thick is a way
for people to rub up against each other
and when their surgical appliances lock
they stay together
for the rest of the day (what a day)
I go by to check a slide and I say
that painting's not so blue

where's Lana Turner
she's out eating
and Garbo's backstage at the Met
everyone's taking their coat off
so they can show a rib-cage to the rib-watchers
and the park's full of dancers with their tights and shoes
in little bags
who are often mistaken for worker-outers at the West Side Y
why not
the Pittsburgh Pirates shout because they won
and in a sense we're all winning
we're alive

the apartment was vacated by a gay couple
who moved to the country for fun
they moved a day too soon
even the stabbings are helping the population explosion
though in the wrong country
and all those liars have left the UN
the Seagram Building's no longer rivalled in interest
not that we need liquor (we just like it)

and the little box is out on the sidewalk
next to the delicatessen
so the old man can sit on it and drink beer
and get knocked off it by his wife later in the day
while the sun is still shining

oh god it's wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much

A few notes before we leave you till tomorrow:

Joe's teaching a photo book workshop *tonight* at Adorama. More info can be found on the Hey, Hot Shot! blog.

And, one week from tomorrow—Tuesday, September 29th, 6:00 to 8:30 p.m— is our first-ever Hey, Hot Shot! Print Trade + Confab. Come mingle with Hot Shots (including Joe!), esteemed panelists, contenders and fellow artists at White Rabbit. There will be drink specials, giveaways from Arlo/Artists & Crumpler, and we've got a few other surprises in store. Space is limited, so RSVP to rsvp(at)heyhotshot(dot)com. See you there!