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12 Years

12 Years

Angel looks in direction of where the Twin Towers once stood.

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Hank and Cupcakes

Hank and Cupcakes

Greenpoint, BK

Photo by Carlos Detres


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
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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.

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Living dead girl.

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Patrick Bateman

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KILLERS: A Nightmare Haunted House

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ZombieCon 2013, New York

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ZombieCon 2013, New York

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Coney Island

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Kim Kardashian’s Halloween Party, 2013

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Wednesday Addams at Kim Kardashian’s Halloween Party, 2013

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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


“BANG!” said the ambushing rooster

Brooklyn, NY
December 2012

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Buttermilk Channel

Buttermilk Channel
Brooklyn, NY
January 13, 2012

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Bushwick//Brooklyn @ Night

I took these photos while on assignment for Richmond, Virginia-based RVA Magazine. Paired with a writer, we were covering the CMJs. It was one of those nights that was a page out of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, in which the writer and lawyer became part of the story rather than the observers.

Apart from this being one of the most fun assignments this year, I relished in walking through dense fog between parties in a part of Brooklyn that’s part hip and part mystique, with a landscape drawn from industrial decay and artful decadence.

CMJ
Brooklyn, NY
October 20, 2012


Greenwood Cemetery 2012 — Dead photos

Photographing at cemeteries is my thing. It’s a personal project that has seen years of accumulated photographs of memorialized existences. Yesterday, I took some time from doing work and headed to Greenwood Cemetery in Brooklyn to make some photos happen. My buddy from 40 Shades Studios came with and we ventured into the autumnal gloomy daze of this cemetery’s offerings.

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Brooklyn, NY
October 24, 2012

PLEASE NOTE: This post is completely useless if you don’t click on the photo to open the gallery.


Lost in Bushwick

It was a foggy evening and once in a while, I’d see a face appearing through the mist and then it would disappear again into a darkened street.

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Brooklyn, NY
October 19, 2012