A photo of NYC’s new middle finger as seen from the James Hotel
Last night, I went to photographer, Ben Watts’ WattsUp wine party at Jimmy (the rooftop of the James Hotel). Besides being treated to free wine, cool people and an astounding view of Lower Manhattan, I couldn’t help to notice this huge middle finger sticking up from the bedrock of New York City. I think I’m in love with all 1776 feet of this building. You will never catch up working or going up there but it sure is pretty to look at and it goes well with wine, revelers and stormy clouds.
Jimmy
New York City
June 11, 2013

Photographers: Why you should stick to your guns
I remember struggling with personal style vs job viability when my career in photography began so I wanted to share the following:
Every photographer inherently develops his or her style from practice, study and personal vision. When we join this ultra competitive workforce (I live in NYC, which is crazy competitive), some of us find it difficult to compromise how we photograph for clients and the kind of work we can get if we conform a tad. A couple of things I’ve learned about this approach:
- It’s already competitive. You may as well stick to the style you do best and work at it until you get the clients who best suit you. Your style is what makes your work special. A client who understands and appreciates your vision will stick with you for a long time.
- There’s nothing worse than doing a job you can’t identify with and deliver a product that looks lackluster. We’re artists first and business folk second — neither of these should be neglected. If you’re not feeling a gig and your photos come out meh then you’re probably not working on the right project. You should save your time and their money. Can you imagine Henri Cartier Bresson as a wedding photographer? All projects aren’t for all photographers so aim yourself toward the shoots you want to do. You’ll feel better about yourself.
I was just thinking this morning that I would have loved this info when I first started. I’m glad to have learned this lesson as I have been able to work on projects that are more satisfying than the ones I did in the beginning of my career.
Summary: Work hard on the projects you would love to do and every one will be happy.
I don’t usually have advice to share but what the hell. If you’d like to see more of my work, just head over to this LINK.
Watcha think? I’d genuinely love to hear everyone’s experience with this.

This project for Olga Sorokina of IRFE, Paris was such a perfect fit for my style that it felt effortless, stimulating and creative. We have developed a working relationship and continue to stay in touch from either side of the Ocean.
This consumed my life for nearly 72 hours straight
My new portfolio.
Only 31 photos to keep it short, sweet and expresses a full range of event, portraiture and fashion photography.
I’m New York City based. If anyone needs an event photographed in a unique and bold style, please feel free to review the new portfolio to see if I’m the right fit for you. If I am, contact me! I’m still booking for the summer.
Click this LINK to go there.

Cigarette on Leopard Print
This was taken at a newish spot in Brooklyn called Bossa Nova – easily one of my new favorite places in New York. The venue permeated with a cool, relaxed vibe and the house and techno was mixed by top quality DJs. It’s hard to find a place like this in New York since Manhattan’s real estate has made it nearly impossible for a place like this to flourish but, as usual, Brooklyn tops Manhattan (and this is coming from a guy who lives in Astoria, Queens).
Bossa Nova Civic Club
Brooklyn, NY
March 31, 2013
Street Fashion Shoot at the Flat Iron District
While working this shoot, a police officer stood nearby, watching the model; watching me. I thought he was going to ask for paperwork although I knew it was fine. He instead asked about the equipment I was using since he was an amateur photographer. I explained the light setup and what kind of look we were going for. He nodded and walked away.
Flat Iron District
New York City
April 8, 2013

Good night, Astoria
It’s been a long and productive day. And with that, I bid you goodnight, Astoria. Time to chill the eff out.
Astoria, NY
April 27, 2013

A bowl of cereal and a laptop
This is my friend, writer Michael Stahl who regularly contributes articles to Narratively, during one of his morning writing sessions.
Astoria, NY
February 27, 2013

We’re halfway to Halloween
I’m not in a rush to jump 6 months to Halloween. I was coincidentally going through some Halloween photos yesterday when I found out that we were halfway to Halloween. I figured that it was a decent time to publish some photos that haven’t yet been posted on this blog.

Living dead girl.

Patrick Bateman

KILLERS: A Nightmare Haunted House

ZombieCon 2013, New York

ZombieCon 2013, New York

Coney Island

Kim Kardashian’s Halloween Party, 2013

Wednesday Addams at Kim Kardashian’s Halloween Party, 2013

The Stranger
Derelict House in Progress Addicted NYC
Nestled between towns on the outskirts of both Queens and Brooklyn is a neighborhood that I’ve come to know as The Hole. I can’t remember how I’d heard about it or whether a suggestion from a friend or a late night tour through the odd end of the internet had piqued my curiosity but I finally went through it last Wednesday.
The mystique of this neighborhood arose from the photos and the stories I had read: Houses fallen into ruin on marshy land. Abandoned and derelict homes can be found throughout the five boroughs of New York City as well as crumbling neighborhoods but what I had heard about The Hole was different. It was supposedly a ghost town a dumping ground for mafia-related victims and men on horses from the Black Cowboys Federation used the streets to ride their horses on. But when my friend and I drove through the jewel-named streets, we found cars parked in driveways and homes occupied by local residents who paid no attention to the Crown Victoria with tinted windows aimlessly rolling by. My friend and I wondered if we were in the wrong neighborhood but after double checking the descriptions we had read, we realized that we were in the right place. It was when we drove around another time that we noticed a fence that surrounded a large lot spanning several city blocks. Through the holes between the fence, I recognized a hill from a photo I had seen as well as the guts of buildings that had been torn down to their foundation. The Hole, for the most part, seemed to be gone.
Disappointed, we drove to another part of the neighborhood where we found a single abandoned building that seemed barely stand where it was. The windows and door in the front were boarded, however we had to see if we could somehow get in. My friend parked his car and we walked across the front yard toward the back. The windows and back door were open so that we could peak into the flooded basement. There was torn slats of wood jutting from the ceiling to reveal a gaping hole where the walls of the first floor could be seen.
I hadn’t walked into an abandoned building like this in a long time. With all of the stories floating around the web, I was nervous while walking up the steps into the dilapidated husk of this find. Glass cracked and crumpled beneath my Converse shoes. The floor creaked as I stepped through the rooms of the first floor. I raised my camera to take my first shot of this decaying work of art. Fissures had grown in the wood beams with the passing seasons and corners where dust had accumulated a colony of moss and dirt, sucked in shadow and light.
A dark and ominous entryway led into the basement but the flood had gotten to it and appeared to be a few feet deep. The flooring of another room at the other end of the house had given way down to the basement. Tiled walls and a bathtub, barely clinging onto the base of whatever ground was left, suggested that this was the bathroom. One foot inside this room and you’d fall right into the water that had flooded the basement below.
While looking at the broken beams of wood, cracks in the walls and ceiling as well as the rusting shells of an old kitchen appliance, I imagined the decades of use in this house. Who lived, loved and died in this building? Other than a fallen wood cabinet in what was likely the living room, there was hardly a trace of a personal touch or love. It felt as impersonal to me as a sheet of blank paper, which made me feel kind of sad. Houses are vehicles of energy from whomever lives or had lived in them and yet this one felt like nothing. I imagined that the last occupants very much wanted to leave.
If you get a chance to check this out, do so before it’s all torn down.
*Click on the first photo to open gallery.
The Hole
Brooklyn/Queens, NY
April 23, 2013
- One side…
- and the other
- Broken window on overgrown glass.
- Kill your TV.
- From the back entrance there’s a kitchen.
- Another angle.
- Kitchen appliance.
- Dark entries.
- Another angle of dark entry.
- Cabinet.
- The bathroom.
- Another angle of the bathroom.
- Unknown room.
- Ripped ceiling.
I love the 20s
Here are a pair of photographs I made with Olga Sorokina, the creative director and face of IRFE. I’ve always enjoyed 1920s fashion and creative ideas born from the Surrealist writers and artists of the era so when the two of us collaborated on these portraits, I was mighty happy.

Rock and Roll Burlesque at Tammany Hall
Rock and roll, contortionist acts, comedic illusionists, burlesque dancers on broken glass. What could go wrong?
Tammany Hall
New York City
March 20, 2013
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This is what clients get
Every one loves to receive gifts so I take this fact into account when I prepare deliverable media to my clients. This package includes three 4×6 prints and a CD, inserted into a faux wood case. This are included free of charge.
I take a lot of pride in my work and believe that my method of packaging reflects this.

Tattoos with Friends
This was about a month back. I was covering an event for UrbanDaddy at Capitale. My friend and I were upstairs in the VIP area where a tattoo artist from Black Banditz had set up to ink revelers up with free tattoos. To get into the mix, we each picked from their selection of free work and got some new ink. This sequence of photos features this artist working on my friend’s forearm.
Capitale
New York City
February 22, 2013




Matthew Dear at Capitale (before, during, after)
Standing back and watching the show, backstage with my best friend while working for a publication was thrilling.
Matthew Dear
Capitale
New York City
February 22, 2013




New York Fashion Week Closer at Hudson Commons
The last two weeks have been completely silent on this blog and that’s because it’s been a whirlwind of blurry hands, teething children (not mine), liquor store sneak attacks, travel and photo shoots.
As I continue to post photos from New York Fashion Week, you’ll notice that they won’t be in order. The reasons is because I prematurely posted photos.
Photographed for UrbanDaddy.
CLICK on any photo to start up the gallery.
Hudson Commons
New York City
February 13, 2013
Silouehette in Red
Vice Magazine presented an event last week for in honor of Eddie Huang.
See the rest of the photos HERE.
Southside
New York City
January 30, 2013



































































