I hope they never find a way to charge us for sunlight and oxygen.
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I have an obsession with things. I like shooting people as well, but I tend to stick to things. Things don’t care when you take a picture of them. They don’t spasm into rictus as soon as a camera raises. They don’t worry that you have an ulterior motive. Sometimes people worry that you might have an ulterior motive when you shoot one of their things. I’ve been stopped by cops who think I’m casing a joint. People almost always get uncomfortable when you shoot them. Strangers as much as people who are familiar. Even people who want you to shoot them sometimes clam up when you go to shoot them. I get that, a photographer on the N train was snapping pictures of Robyn and I on the train, and it made me super uncomfortable. I hate getting my picture taken, but I’ve learned to live with it since I tend to put people in the same position. It just feels hypocritical for me to object. It’s a strange sensation, one that I’m acutely aware of whenever I shoot someone. If I didn’t tend to love the pictures I get of people I probably would never even take them. To me, more often then not, its a series of awkward moments.
Note: So if you look at the numbers of the last 7 posts or so they all got fouled up. Something happened and the schedule didn’t work the way it was supposed to.
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It felt like walking into a time machine. I knew Boston intimately for 3 years, and have already been away more than twice as long as I lived there. I spent my summers there as a child and 3 years of my twenties. Now I’m lucky to make it up there more than once a year.
I didn’t have much time to walk the streets here, but the little I managed to get in were in my old stomping grounds. I walked into Brigham Circle and SMFA and memories came flooding back. There weren’t many bad times back then, but the patina that only comes with age has glossed over them to leave only the good.
Boston will always have a special place in my heart.
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I liked it in color and black and white, so I’m posting both. Went up to Boston to spend some much needed time with my Dad. I caught him here doing what he he loves the most: schmoozing.
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Schennectedy(sp?). Just checked its Schenectady. I wasn’t even close.
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Sometimes when you’re low the earth has to remind you just how fucking awesome it can be.
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Note to Auteur: I cannot cook and shoot at the same time and do both properly. The steak was still great, but not perfect. The photo… could have used a bunch more depth of field(read:any) and probably a tripod or at the very least an ISO bump.
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NYC can’t stand the heat, risking high velocity injury to pedestrians.
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David Chang is slinging crack at Momofuku Milk Bar. I should have taken these out of the wrapper before shooting them, but I want them to stay fresh, and I can’t devour 6 of these amazing cookies right now.
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