The open-air “tchotchke emporiums” of New York City’s Chinatown have always been a great source of amusement in my life, though the only thing i’ve ever bought in Chinatown is food, fireworks and mixtapes. I have always been a fan of their wares, and sensory-overload style presentation. Before the sun goes down, the streets become vacant, shady and smell like day old fish and week-old garbage – it’s a free market mania and bargain-basement bonanza that make Canal street into pedestrian-level eye candy at the very least.
Off-the-truck bargains; Recessionary Tactics…
Words and photos by Jamie Newman
