Written & Photographed by Kenn Sava

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I was saddened to learn of the sudden passing of Anthony Bourdain. Particularly in the way it happened. I sat across from him on the Subway once. We glanced at each other, but I didn’t say anything to him, as New Yorkers are wont to do. Too many of us, myself included, have had personal experience with suicide. While “what happened” remains unknown, the tragedy is that he didn’t get help, and as a result, the world has lost someone with a unique voice who created an equally unique platform he used to show the world to the world. Though he was born across the river in Jersey, I consider him to be a true New Yorker in how he welcomed and explored all cultures. More than that, Tony was what I call an “Ultimate New Yorker:” someone who lived and embodied what it means to be a New Yorker, and who effected life in the City, and beyond. It was a spirit he carried with him everywhere, and as a result, made me feel I was in all of these exotic places he visited that I’ll never see because travel is not in my blood. As I watched his shows, I realized that the way he explored food and culture crystalized the attitude I aspire to in exploring the world of Art & Music- That keeping an open mind often leads to “sensations that stagger the mind,” as Steely Dan said, and enrich one’s life to no end.

Apparently, many others feel a sort of similar connection with Mr. Bourdain. Before he became a famous TV show host, he was the executive chef at Brasserie Les Halles on Park Avenue in Manhattan, and he maintained a relationship with the restaurant that lasted until it closed due to bankruptcy in 2017. Here is the scene in front of it yesterday, June 9th, as I joined some of those paying their respects.

As I stood there among these people, I noticed that no one said a word to anyone else, as you can see in my Photos. It struck me that through television, Mr. Bourdain had a personal connection to his viewers that was one to one. He spoke to his viewers directly, and frankly, and was usually in the company of one other person, or alone, creating a surprising level of intimacy for those watching.

I realized that, perhaps, all of these people standing on Park Avenue along side of me were having that experience now as they stood reading the memorial messages that covered every inch of the wall, except he was no longer here to speak to us. The air was silent. It struck me that the sound that was absent, the sound everyone was straining to hear was Mr. Bourdain’s distinctive voice.

More than respect, there was also something else- an air of disbelief. That this man who lived life in an almost superhuman way- going everywhere, eating and drinking everything, and talking to people about food, their lives, and more, and doing it all again, and again, and again, and again, was suddenly gone. Part of that silence was that no one really knew what to say. Beyond, “Thanks, Tony. The world will miss you.”

For the rest of us? The takeaway is- When the pain gets to be THAT bad? Don’t let it be “unknown.” Reach out to someone.

*- Soundtrack for this Post is “Beautiful World,” the theme to his show, “Parts Unknown,” by Josh Homme and Mark Lanegan of Queens of the Stone Age.

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