Photos by: Jorge Garcia, Steven Davis, and Youngjae Lim
Text by: Mark Beckenbach Edited By: Jorge Garcia
The parade is fun times. Even if the weather is shitty, people turn out in droves to enjoy the day. Lavish costumes. Waves of aquamarine and painted hair. Sequins and glitter galore. Tridents and crazy headdresses poking out of the streets.
Even in the midst of the pomp and circumstance you'll still see a family that traveled from the Bronx to just ride the bumper cars and soak in the usual atmosphere. Kids from Brooklyn's Chinatown that came down for some beach time. Some parts feel like a chaotic mashup of the highly festive and the mildly interested (if that).
Like the garbage at night after most people who came for the parade have left; it becomes a collage of nathans boxes and drink containers amidst cheap, brightly colored wigs and broken plastic emerald necklaces spilling onto the sidewalk, like a shitty memorial of the day.