Posts tagged “Photos

Elana Katz’s Performance at Lumen

I was totally floored by this beautiful piece performed by performance artist Elana Katz. The photos and performance from this shoot will go on to inspire the fashion design team behind Emporio dei Giovani.

Staten Island, NY
June 15, 2013

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Photo shoot with Elana Katz

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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

FDNY vs NYPD Boxing Match

I had never been to a boxing match before then suddenly I was ringside and covering one of the most exciting New York sporting events of the fall.

Madison Square Garden
New York City
December 8, 2012

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The Skinny Dipping Report

Lost Weekend
New York City
December 5, 2012








Fire Below!

I’m witholding the name of the place where these photos were taken. It was some place in the city but who cares?! These were just a few shots I made while inside. It looks like a basement-style space but it’s not. It had that underground-speakeasy decadence that I haven’t seen in a while.

New York City
Location Witheld
October 13, 2012

Bar Abstracts in Midtown Blitz!

My schedule was twice screwed last night when I was assigned to cover two events in the city. Both locations were closed. We had the dates wrong. It was that kind of day. So, in a let’s make the best of it sort of way, I met up with some friends at a bar in dreaded Midtown. After a glass of Bulleit and ginger ale, I was feeling just fine. Since I hadn’t gotten my photograph fix early on in the night, I pulled out my camera and began shooting abstracts at the bar.

From photographing events and knowing what makes people click the mouse button, my eye instantly trained on the combo of the girls rear and belt as well as the bottles of vodka on the right. I politely asked if I could take a photo of her from behind and she agreed. After I clicked the shutter button, she turned and said, “Thank you for asking.” I wondered to myself, how many people actually take a photo of her ass? — Apparently many. My friend, A noted, “That’s why all the boys come here.”

I fired off some more shots — typical group, iPhone-like photos to make a few people happy but then I took some others that made me happy. I didn’t feel that I took care of my fix but it did help some. This weekend, I’m photographing night and day so by Monday, I’ll probably be glad to put the camera down for a few hours.

New York City
October 11, 2012

Artists Wanted Performer (she’s totally comfortable in stilts!)

On Monday, Artists Wanted and Chashama Gallery put together an event in Times Square, featuring the works of artists from around the world. I didn’t take many photos but I got this one of a performer on stilts, walking through the crowd and playing her cymbals with an accompanying band.

Hot and Dirty: New York City

The city was mayhem last night and full of wonder. The city of dirt and light just needed a good heatwave to get the summer fun started. Here are some photos from last night.


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Lower East Side


Sand artist in Untion Square.


Sand artist in Union Square.


Bartender from one bar was fed up with keeping track of the drinks.


The best bartender in the LES.




Another of the best bartender in the LES.

Central Park Mystic Gray

Photos from a walk I took last night through Central Park.

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Why So Serious?…And we all laughed.

These shoots aren’t always as serious as they appear. Mostly, we’re laughing a lot and then we get to serious, somber and expressive looking work. So I wanted to post these to show all of you how it really is — flash blowing in assistant’s faces (at full 1/1 power), assistants walking into shots, giggling, burst-out-laughs, silly poses, you get the idea.

These photos haven’t been doctored and they were originally throwaways since I didn’t have use for “bloopers.” Hope you enjoyed these as much as I did. Thanks to everyone who participated in these shoots.

If you’d like to see these blown up and without that annoying “backspace” to get back to this post, just skip this and go to my Flickr account by clicking HERE.