Found Polaroid ca. 2001

With the gentrification of my neighborhood over the past seven or so years, our little locale has been at times a dumpster diver's paradise. The landlords renovate, the cheap-rent artists move out, the dumpsters fill up.
One fine, sunny afternoon we spotted a small gathering of Hasids, hoodlums and hipsters mulling around a particularly large dumpster just outside a very famous steak house. The rather shabby brick building next door had expelled a number of occupants in order to up the price point and these occupants were apparently fashion designers and photographers as the dumpster was full of little look books, tear sheets and black and white artsy nudie prints. Everyone was rummaging looking for cheap thrills. I was in one of my spastic loudmouth moods as I hipped up next to a Hasid, looked over his shoulder and exclaimed, loud enough for the whole block to hear, "Holy cow! There are naked girls in here!" The Hasid spun on me like a cornered mongoose, eyes blazing with acrimony and scowled through his hissing teeth "Why do you say it so loud, are you crazy!??!?" as he turned and scurried down the street.
Thats when I spotted this gem.