If there is one place in the world to save during the apocalypse it’s Coney Island, Brooklyn. I know it’s corny to say, but it’s so real. Real New York. Real Brooklyn. Real characters. Real hot dogs! It’s where my father taught me how to take pictures, where I learned to muster the guts to walk right up to anyone, no matter how crazy they look, and ask for a portrait. Plus the Cyclone is…

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