Stonewall is a temple, an astounding place even for the LGBT world, let alone a curious photographer heterosexual.
Because the portraits? After documenting the Temple the thing that seemed to me most logical was groped to represent the patrons of the place of worship, leaving the chaotic day of celebration which is the gay pride.
People who visit this bar during Gay Pride week are lots and mingle with the regulars who frequent the bars to play the “neighborhood” pool tournament.
The stories, the gender, the age are very different, but in common there is a great willingness to accept this diversity, to enjoy it.
Talk to a guy more than an hour, smoking a cigarette, drink something with him and then find out that up to one year before was a girl;
meet a university professor married with children discovered by the wife watching an erotic film for homosexuals;
photograph a hetero who accompanied his best friend and spend hours among families with two mothers ... and see hundreds of people passing in front of the temple to pay homage to this place, this junction, which has given the world a new direction.
Many people during my work at the Stonewall, which I asked to be doing a portrait, they told me it had not yet declared to the family (someone talking about their parents and someone referring to his wife and children).