I traveled to New York recently for a grueling multi-day photo shoot. The very last evening I stayed in the penthouse of the SIXTY LES, and by midnight, the talent and client had left. I was thrilled to have a moment to breath, so I went out onto the balcony, and walked to the very end so I could look at the night cityscape.
Now, it’s been a while since I’ve been to New York and to my surprise, was not loving it. Something about its energy just shifted and I could not connect with this city. So, while staring at the pretty lights out in the distance, I said out loud comically “New York…you’re a bitch!”. As I uttered the last word of that sentence a pigeon swooped in from my left, landed on my shoulder and just flapped its wings around. I screamed like a little girl and ran! I was like, “…what the hell? Did I SERIOUSLY, just get attacked by a pigeon, at midnight, out of nowhere? Who the hell does that happen to?” I had to laugh, cause in all honesty you couldn’t have written that shit better. I think it’s safe to say that was New York’s way of telling me to simply go F myself!



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Szatmari: Acclaimed celebrity portrait and beauty photographer Kate sZatmari has created memorable work for Harper’s Bazaar, Elle, People and Rolling Stone among many other national and international publications. Known in the entertainment industry for her artful images of actors, actresses, musicians and writers, sZatmari has completed projects for companies including Universal Music, Interscope Records, Lionsgate, Simon & Schuster and La Prairie.


  1. Erica January 22, 2015 Reply

    ha. i can TOTALLY imagine that. and can hear you reading this whole entry aloud!

    • Kelley O'Mara

      Szatmari January 22, 2015 Reply

      HAHAHAHAHA yup!!! Lol I mean seriously?? It was just one of those moments lol

  2. Kathie January 26, 2015 Reply

    Lol, this is what happens when you call New York a bitch. Love that story!

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