Sunday Print Ritual
Short Photo Essay
Every Sunday my wife and I have a ritual. We go to the same newsagent in Alphabet City. They stock an enormous number of titles- more than any other store in the neighbourhood. The smell alone is enough to make me want to set up a tent and live in there.
We always walk out with an arm full of printed media to devour for the rest of the day while nursing hefty hangovers.
I worked in a newspaper as a teenager and in my early twenties. It must have done something to my head, because when I smell newsprint, my brain kicks into gear.
Doesn’t really happen when I start my iPad.
Photos © Copyright 2015 Jason Chatfield
