Flatbush Avenue is one of the main arteries in Brooklyn, when traveling from the Manhattan Bridge to Rockaway. As a cyclist and a New Yorker, this is where I’ve encountered some of the most aggressive driving strategies of any borough. Here, no-look U-turns are not an uncommon sight. Flatbush Avenue is also where you’ll wait on a  bus for 25 minutes, and when you finally given up and decided to walk to your destination, 4 of them will simultaneously appear. Kings Plaza Mall is one of many bazaar sights in Brooklyn because, although it exists within a diverse neighborhood (a cross section of old Italian, Russian, and Caribbean influence), inside exists an experience of something quintessentially and undeniably American. Pass through these doors and you’ll find the American capitalist experience and architecture that looks and smells as it was originally postured over 30 years ago. If you were visiting from the Midwest and walked into Kings Plaza, you’ll immediately be overcome with homesickness. The image featured here comes from a body of work I’ve recently completed titled “L’etenel Est Grand,” which largely takes influence from living in Brooklyn for the past two years in a predominately Haitian neighborhood.