I've forgotten which subway station it was. Down this long passageway, there were words written on the signs on the ceiling and mosaic all along the walls. It may have been the 42^nd street, Times Square Station, but I’m not sure. I saw it on one of my field trips with the kids I worked with at camp.

Helvetica, it's a font that is so commonplace in our landscape, we don't even notice it. From the MTA subway signs to that American Apparel store on 23rd between Park and Lexington (you've probably passed it at some point) Helvetica is the quitessential sans-serif typeface seen all over New York. In fact, it's so common, an entire documentary on the typeface was made, which I've seen, and taught me how universal this typeface is.

Visiting the International Center of Photography was incredibly exciting for me because of my love for photography. I had trouble, however, with the questions about each photograph's meaning. I recalled what I read in Camera Lucida about Barthes' "desperate resistance to any reductive system." I do intellectually understand "how" to interpret a photograph, but I don't always feel that analyzing and dissecting each image is a beneficial or necessary process.

Yes- finally, the long awaited break between my morning and afternoon classes.

Sitting on a bench in a New York park is almost as having a front seat on one of the fashion shows; a display of outfits, personalities and social classes. One second there is a beautiful, tall woman wearing high heel that passes in front of me, second later a beggar with half of a shoe. It makes we wonder what makes people so different. How come some of us become an international businessman, while other retains himself to garbage man?