1. I lived for a short period of time in Woodside, and would sneak cigs in between train cars on my way home. I always felt carefree watching the train race across the track.
2. I was out for a late dinner with a good friend of mine Dennis and a girl I met from Paris when I caught this shot. I was born in Greenpoint and remember it a bit differently than most. Watching these two guys shooting up on Manhattan Ave. reminded me that beyond the success of some is the pain of others.
3. When I was 19 I met some of the best people to enter my life. I was dating someone at Pratt and was also good friends with an artist from Pennsylvania. This photo exemplifies a Brooklyn summer. Joints, beers, laughs and illegal rooftops.
4. I remember going to the MoMa several years ago with an ex-girlfriend. This picture was taken around the time I made my decision to quit my last career. I was naïve and young and fairly political at this point in my life, which is why she snapped this picture without me knowing for many months.
5. I currently work as a bartender on Stone Street in the financial district, which is a real-world salad bowl full of different ingredients. While out on a secret smoke break, I happened to see this gentlemen and he instantly captured my attention among the young professionals enjoying their early dinner.
6. Several weeks ago I attended a wedding in Red Hook, although I had difficulty finding the Liberty Building, mostly because my sense of direction is awful, I came across a bar I hadn’t been to in a few years. Sunny’s Bar is a one-of-a-kind place filled with all walks of life. Several generations have owned this spot, which is full of chachki’s and Bukowski-like characters.
7. Taken during one of my first weeks working on Stone St., there aren’t many words to describe this photo. I was skating through Battery Park and froze in my tracks.
8. I was near Grand Central when I snuck this photo. I have a strange ethics code when it comes to shooting images of homeless people. I am by no means trying to exploit their situation but I believe in New York City we are accustomed to the unfortunate which creates a blanket over our eyes.