I saw the notice in Time Out New York magazine.
Issue 618 : August 1, 2007 – August 7, 2007
Readers’ Eye on NYC
We want to see a version of this city we’ve never seen before—yours.
Send us recent photos of how New York appears through your eyes, whether it’s your favorite forgotten landmark, your undiscovered ’hood or a photo diary of your night on the town. (In other words, keep the Brooklyn Bridge postcard photos to yourself. )
The photos you submit could be published in an upcoming issue—maybe even on the cover! Plus, you could score a little cash.
Before you send, please make sure you do the following:
- *Check that the photo is recent (i.e. taken within the past two years).
- *Check that the file size of your image is between 1MB and 3MB (preferably in JPEG format). Especially large files will be bounced back by our email program.
- *Include your name, a descriptive caption and the date the photo was taken
- *Make sure that we receive your images no later than Friday, August 17.
Got that? Cool.
So, I sent in some photos and out of “nearly 1,000 submissions, including 91 street shots, 58 landscapes, 50 reflection photos, 47 parades, 44 shots of Coney Island, 42 pics of grafitti and four candids of some chick’s boyfriend,” Time Out New York selected one of mine for publication in the August 30 issue.
Today, the magazine with my photo in it came out. Even though I subscribe, I couldn’t wait for this week’s issue to arrive in the mail. I went to a newsstand, grabbed a copy, flipped through until I found the image and exclaimed, “Look, my picture is in the magazine!”
I turned it around so that the man behind the counter could see the page.
He studied the photo for a moment, looked at me and solemnly said, “It doesn’t look like you.”
“No,” I replied. “It isn’t a picture OF me, it is a picture BY me. I took the photo.”
He gave me a puzzled smile and nodded. “Yes, of course,” he replied, averting his eyes.
I paid for the magazine and headed towards home but when I saw a friend on the sidewalk I had to stop and show her the picture.
“Look, look, my photo is in this magazine!”
“Wow, let me see!”
I handed it over. She peered closely at the page, looked back up and said, “That doesn’t look anything like you.”
Argh. Never mind, I’m happy.