In 1986, when the photographer Q. Sakamaki moved to the East Village from Japan, his street could get very noisy—guys acting as lookouts for drug dealers would yell when the cops were approaching, not to mention the occasional barrage of gunfire to interrupt a sound sleep. Two decades later, it's still noisy, "but now it's people hanging out at bars," Sakamaki tells me. "My street now, East 4th Street, is a super-hot place—there are... More >>>