Andrew Hodges

A seaside escape for city dwellers, Coney Island is one of Brooklyn’s most mythologized neighborhoods. Developed by robber barons and political bosses in the 1850s and 1860s, the main attractions were gambling, drinking, and dancing as cabarets, racetracks, and brothels flourished alongside amusement parks and luxury hotels.
The thousands of tiny metal discs in magenta and silver arranged to spell "Someday" in Jack Pierson’s marquee over a vacant stall along Jones Walk shimmer in the sunlight with melancholy and sentimental fantasies of future possibilities, inspiring a dreamy pause between candy and fortunes in the shadow of the Wonder Wheel.
The Taino Tribe motorcycle club is tucked away on a desolate stretch of Flushing Avenue in Bushwick, Brooklyn, behind a series of three unmarked doors in a worn-out red brick townhouse. Two members, Mike and Raymond, are hanging out under a Special Forces banner, absorbed in a game of chess.
A Heavy dose of chopped-out, custom chrome.
“See, pretend somebody said something bad ’bout your queen. It make you want to cry, it makes you so mad. Now we ain’t playing games here!”
photo by Andrew Hodges

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