Trying to make the best of a bitterly cold winter in New York City,at the beginning of January 2011 I started taking photograph in a Hasidic neighborhood. With utmost respect for their right to privacy, I walked around one of their Brooklyn enclaves just a few hours before the start of Sabbath.

My experience, for peripheral and marginal it may appear, triggered and augmented both my respect and my interest for this community.


I admit that, as an American in a brutally divided and divisive America, the close-knit social tissue of the Hasidic fascinates me.
Obviously a lot of my fascination also has to do with the visuals of it.
I admire the tenacity and the political statement of dressing today, even here in New York City, in exactly the same way they dressed centuries ago in the remotest regions of Eastern Europe.

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