Let me clue you in on a little publishing world secret: Many of the year- in-review photo essays you see everywhere this time of year are a stopgap measure to allow vacation-starved writers and editors to get some much needed R&R. As you read this, newsrooms across the land stand silent and empty.
I'm not making this up. The staffs of Time, Newsweek, The Onion--even Matt Drudge and his stupid hat--are poolside in the Caribbean, nipping mojitos in their finest caba�a wear, stoned off their tits on Ecstasy.
It's not like anything happens during the holidays. As long as Osama remains a free man, the economy continues to bounce like a yo-yo and Strom Thurmond keeps his cold, dead hands off the help we'll be just fine on autopilot.
In our case, though, the year in photos is hardly a throwaway. The photos featured in this issue were taken by our staff photographer Jessica Griffin, who's got a great eye for the poetry of the streets.
Choosing the pictures for this year-end essay proved difficult. Going over the possible selections, we were struck once again by the richness and diversity of our neighborhoods. The pictures we decided to include capture a moment in time. They reveal a bit of ourselves--in all our various moods and ambitions. On these pages is just a sampling of photographs from the past year.
Speaking of revealing, the Daily News guys are starting up a nude volleyball game with the chicks from Philly Style. And you know what that means: Bye-bye, Speedo.
See you next year!
--JONATHAN VALANIA
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Tired of winter: Two local boys share a springtime ride down Passyunk Avenue. � �
Name game: Supporters on opposite sides of the mayor's race show their team colors. |
Punch-drunk love: Cut man Willie Foulke dresses boxer Chucky T's wounds during a break in the action at the Blue Horizon.
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