Art

In Offenburg, Germany, waiting for a night train to Prague. Typing in a charmless bar, surrounded by old men silently watching soccer news out of one eye, and the bar maid out the other. Chris Isaak's Wicked Game is on the sound system. A guy with his belly

New York is full of faces. Some are human. Some are made by humans. Some don't have much to do with us at all. But we've evolved to send and receive subtle information with our faces, using the so-called "mimetic muscles". Spend a few

Last night I was out with my boy D. doing some recon in the East Village when we walked past a Thai Dumpling spot on the western end of St. Mark's. We were like 5 paces past it, when I decided I had to go back and look

I’m helping to organize this music and justice festival on the 14th called Communities Together. It’s ostensibly about protecting beautiful, generationally-interwoven Manhattan from the paws of greedy philistine developers who want to rip out the culture and clutter and people who make the blocks just south of Penn

Sometimes I write at the library at Lincoln Center, or on the big L-shaped couch in David Geffen Hall, right outside of Tatiana, which I hear is a big deal. I like to approach Lincoln Center from the north west, climbing up the travertine steps and walking past the 65th

All these shots were taken on or very near the western end of Broadway in Brooklyn, beneath the JMZ elevated track, between Marcy and Montrose Ave. As always, if I've shown your work and you want credit, send me a note. I find excuses to go here, because