Jonathan P. Lamas

We often take for granted those familiar faces and places, the repetitive nature of something once new, excitement wanes. To capture that early moment and hold onto it for all our days, true bliss. Looking at the old in in a different way, making it new once again.

To taste life, so true and real. Sweet serenity.

You might find me cleverly clad, in black on black, at 28th and 7th Ave.

And I played music through the night, alone, echoing through the halls. My life, alive through note.