Guy Arseneau

Against the harsh, cold winds of a late March morning, they stand in single file – silent, stoic and patient – much like a beleaguered military unit at ease. This crowd of men and teenage boys wear several layers of tattered clothing as protection against the last phase of a bitter New York City winter. To a man, they are robed in “hoody” sweatshirts, a garment increasingly common in this underground world of uncertainty where a daily meal is never certain and a day’s work does not always mean a day’s pay.

On December 31, 1999, the world held its collective breath as clocks moved ever closer to the milestone moment of midnight, January 1, 2000. Melding anxiety and anticipation into an event known as Y2K, this momentous shift in time offered an exquisite balance between adventure and unavoidable mass destruction unprecedented in world history.

“They were fascinated by the drama, by the action, and yet not entirely sure that what was taking place was actually happening,”
~Psychiatrist Ralph Banay on the reaction of neighbors to the murder of Kitty Genovese.

…the oft-repeated adage of “location, location, location” takes on an entirely new meaning for 30-year old Louis Zuppardi.

By any definition, there were no predictions that January 12, 1971 was bound to become a particularly memorable date.

“In April of 2016, the world at large continued its daily march to madness, mayhem and nonsense. Donald Trump, fighting an uphill battle with an increasingly hostile media, kept up his steady lurch to the White House and…”