maybe a week in the tropics will help to remind you how nice life can be

1. i started to write a blog entry about my tattoos, but realized everyone who reads me probably already knows the stories behind most, if not all, of them.
2. i FINALLY got my camera back at six o'clock yesterday afternoon after battling with fedex, who managed to just drive it around in a truck for two fucking days. as you can imagine, i was less than thrilled about that.
3. i've been running a print sale on facebook for the past week or so, but didn't think to mention it in my blog. if you're interested: $7 (+ shipping) 5x7 prints (i can do $15 8x12s, too) of anything i've ever done that you might want. check the website or the flickr for your choices. and then e-mail me to let me know what you want. but do it soon, because i'm about ready to put this print order in.
4. this weekend i'm doing portraits of amanda palmer in brooklyn before her show. sadly, i'm not attending the show. my plus one was taken because they were way over capacity on their comp list, and i'm tired of going to shows alone. plus, peaches and amanda blank are playing the same night, katie loves amanda blank, and neither of us have ever seen peaches, so i think we'll go to that one so i can get some awesome pictures. if i get a bug up my ass and NEED to see the afp, i will find a way. that's just how i do.

and with that, here are some pictures:





thao with the get down stay down @ the bowery ballroom, 11/4/09. i shot this on spec for SPIN. i've done this a couple of times. if they publish one of my photos, i'll get paid $1,000. wish me luck.

the night i shot the thao show just happened to be the same night the yankees won the world series. this is what our neighborhood looked like when we got back.

last weekend, i was hired to document four performance pieces curated for a show called "how to see art in bushwick," which was part of a larger brooklyn-wide art event going on that day.


this piece, performed by john bonafede, was called "bloodlines." the performer had a string tied to his lip, which was attached to his mother through her apartment window several stories up. while someone interviewed her about the performer's life (this was being videotaped and broadcast live to viewers from the ground via a monitor), she would occasionally pop her head out and drip some "blood" down the line. on the ground around him was a family tree, drawn in chalk. it was pretty amazing. i don't know that my photographs do it any justice, really.


this piece, by julia fotheringham and jarryd lowder, was also pretty awesome. i think i understand it on a basic level, but maybe not enough to articulate it. the performers created a series of interactions using lcd screens connected to surveillance cameras. i think it was supposed to be some sort of commentary on how our culture has become obsessed with voyeurism, thanks to the internet, and also how that spawned this weird brand of narcissism (ie., facebook-based popularity as evidenced via number of photos on a profile, or even the whole camgirl phenomenon). maybe i overanalyzed it and i'm way off-base. anyway, further research shows that fotheringham is a dancer for fischerspooner, and i think that's pretty badass.