If you are in NYC in the next month or two stop by Bellhaus – corner of Bond St. and Bowery (57 Bond St.) – to see a print exhibition of 21 images I’ve created over the last few years spanning four continents and several bodies of work. Drop me a line if you get a chance to see the show!
My buddy Holly Miller and I shot and edited these visuals to her song “Lazy Love” last week in pretty much one marathon session.
Music and on-camera appearance by Holly, visuals by Jeff (Canon 5D Mark II).
Farmland. Maryland.
iPhone photos.
In keeping with the aesthetic of my last post – I thought I’d toss up a portrait I shot last weekend.
North Carolina’s coast, following Thanksgiving turkey. Projectile droplets. Splayed-out swimmers.
Back home in D.C. Half of my house has the echo of empty wood-floors. My brother moved up to a new place in NYC this week and we’re renting out our house starting Sept. 1st. I’ll probably float between NYC and DC for a couple months before I decide where to settle – nice to change things up!
I always find images more intriguing without context…sometimes complex images work, other times it’s good to go back to the basics.
I love light in all its iterations. I’ll take a dense urban environment in the late afternoon over just about any other scenario. If you keep your eyes open, you can wander into spots that look like they were custom lit for you on a movie set. But in reality, they’re just the perfect confluence of reflected and refracted rays.
NYC. April 2009.
Recent work on the economy from NYC:
There’s a palpable shift in the mood of the financial districts of New York City. The hotshots of a booming economy are now the pariahs of a recession. Wall Street’s mood has plummeted like the price of shares that power the economic engine.
The offices of financial powerhouses crowd together downtown. Their density occludes the sun, which barely touches the ground on the dark streets. Power ties and gelled hair take smoke breaks in the shade of the marble facades, and movement on the floor of the stock exchange slows to a crawl, a far cry from the freneticism of a couple years ago.
Even in Midtown, where late afternoon light hits the avenues, shadows cling heavily to the etched walls of towering skyscrapers, where a nebulous collection of well-dressed men decide the fate of the world’s economy.
