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Abandoned Packard Plant, Detroit

Abandoned Packard Plant, Detroit





Roebling Tea Room Brunch, Brooklyn, January 2011. Byron was sweating the waitress he’s had his eye on for months. You were sitting over my right shoulder at another table. I remember green somewhere in the frame catching my eye. Now I’m not sure what that was.  I didn’t notice how striking you were until weeks later. I knew it would be good. I didn’t know you’d be so good though. Another reason I love film. Hope to see you again, lady.

Roebling Tea Room Brunch, Brooklyn, January 2011.

Byron was sweating the waitress he’s had his eye on for months. You were sitting over my right shoulder at another table. I remember green somewhere in the frame catching my eye. Now I’m not sure what that was. 

I didn’t notice how striking you were until weeks later. I knew it would be good. I didn’t know you’d be so good though. Another reason I love film. Hope to see you again, lady.





Polishing Shit 

Just one more post of this series…….

Lens flares and pubic hairs: this might be the dirtiest negative I’ve ever had to clean. Hairs and stuff aren’t bad but there’s all sorta subtle monsters lurking around in there. 

Before (click for hi-res):

Mister Saturday Night - before

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During (click for hi-res): 

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Annddd cut..





“Kim and Lucie… they’re French.” Taken on a Mamiya RZ67, Tri-X load.

“Kim and Lucie… they’re French.”

Taken on a Mamiya RZ67, Tri-X load.





Justin Carter, DJ, Ft. Greene Park, Brooklyn. Got together with the Mister Saturday Night guys for a portrait session. Justin was so-so about his pedo-glasses for press shots. I for one think they’re just beautiful. Shot on Mamiya RZ67 loaded with Kodak 400NC.

Justin Carter, DJ, Ft. Greene Park, Brooklyn.

Got together with the Mister Saturday Night guys for a portrait session. Justin was so-so about his pedo-glasses for press shots. I for one think they’re just beautiful.

Shot on Mamiya RZ67 loaded with Kodak 400NC.





Lara Boustier, Warehouse hallway.

Lara Boustier, Warehouse hallway.





Dirty scan. Brooklyn lovers. It was Kim and Lucie’s last night in Brooklyn. Tomorrow they were to return to Paris. I wanted a photoshoot before they left. Something very formal. So I sat them down in their S. 4th abode. When I showed up they were doing final touch ups on the apartment before moving out: mopping, wiping the stove down, packing their suitcases, returning the plastic jesus statue lamp to its original spot in the living room; the place came pre-furnished. It was tuesday evening. I headed over straight from work with little time to plan. They were looking great as they tend to do, but something was missing. The mirror was in place. I liked that placement, but early on I shot to avoid my reflection. As we went, something wasn’t clicking. By the time we got to what you see here, things picked up. It’s a reflection of Kim’s personality. Those who know Kim know someone’s clothes always come off around him. The shots only got worse. This here taken early in the night; PG13. R Negatives to come. Test shot. Fuji FP100C, shitty Polaroid scan. Mamiya RZ67.

Dirty scan. Brooklyn lovers.

It was Kim and Lucie’s last night in Brooklyn. Tomorrow they were to return to Paris. I wanted a photoshoot before they left. Something very formal. So I sat them down in their S. 4th abode. When I showed up they were doing final touch ups on the apartment before moving out: mopping, wiping the stove down, packing their suitcases, returning the plastic jesus statue lamp to its original spot in the living room; the place came pre-furnished.

It was tuesday evening. I headed over straight from work with little time to plan. They were looking great as they tend to do, but something was missing.

The mirror was in place. I liked that placement, but early on I shot to avoid my reflection. As we went, something wasn’t clicking. By the time we got to what you see here, things picked up.

It’s a reflection of Kim’s personality. Those who know Kim know someone’s clothes always come off around him. The shots only got worse.

This here taken early in the night; PG13. R Negatives to come.

Test shot. Fuji FP100C, shitty Polaroid scan. Mamiya RZ67.





Kim, on his mouth We didn’t have our picnic because of the rain. So we brought the food to Kims as Kim sat and did what Kim does. It’s a rough scan… Mamiya RZ67, Kodak Plus-x

Kim, on his mouth

We didn’t have our picnic because of the rain. So we brought the food to Kims as Kim sat and did what Kim does.

It’s a rough scan…

Mamiya RZ67, Kodak Plus-x





Stairwell, Brooklyn Spent last weekend in jail, downtown Brooklyn. Photographing abandoned spaces can be dangerous business. You run into the wrong security guard and you find yourself facing felony assault with bite marks on your leg. I guess that’s all I can say until September. Woop. I got good friends. Marshall what an ending! I didnt expect less from u. Haha u rule it ! Dumbest thing on earth… I hope it wasn’t that terrible and that they treated u well. We love u so fucking much! Listen to your fucking french mom from now!!! We are on the plane and wanna tell you one more time what a fucking dumbass you are and a fucking incredible friend! -Alice, Friend I didn’t get to say goodbye to her and Xavier; my lovely roommates who made this Summer so enjoyable. Sorry I missed you. The man is keeping me down. Hey man, my mom said she talked to your mom a couple of days ago and she asked if I was still in NY cuz you really needed my help? I’m not sure what she’s talking about, but let me know. -Ronnie, Cousin Bro. Are you in Jail? - Jae, Friend Oh Boy. So yr in jail. Ok. If you want me to come home tonight just fuckin say when kid. On my way back to bk. I sure hope you ain’t still in lockup. - Lara, Complicated friend And this. So sweet. me and jae been on the hunt for you. pleeease let us know when you can that yr in 1 fucking piece and not in too much trouble!!! -Lara, again.

Stairwell, Brooklyn

Spent last weekend in jail, downtown Brooklyn.

Photographing abandoned spaces can be dangerous business. You run into the wrong security guard and you find yourself facing felony assault with bite marks on your leg. I guess that’s all I can say until September. Woop. I got good friends.

Marshall what an ending! I didnt expect less from u. Haha u rule it ! Dumbest thing on earth… I hope it wasn’t that terrible and that they treated u well. We love u so fucking much! Listen to your fucking french mom from now!!! We are on the plane and wanna tell you one more time what a fucking dumbass you are and a fucking incredible friend!

-Alice, Friend

I didn’t get to say goodbye to her and Xavier; my lovely roommates who made this Summer so enjoyable. Sorry I missed you. The man is keeping me down.

Hey man, my mom said she talked to your mom a couple of days ago and she asked if I was still in NY cuz you really needed my help? I’m not sure what she’s talking about, but let me know.

-Ronnie, Cousin

Bro. Are you in Jail?

- Jae, Friend

Oh Boy. So yr in jail. Ok. If you want me to come home tonight just fuckin say when kid. On my way back to bk. I sure hope you ain’t still in lockup.

- Lara, Complicated friend

And this. So sweet.

me and jae been on the hunt for you. pleeease let us know when you can that yr in 1 fucking piece and not in too much trouble!!!

-Lara, again.





Dorianne, Rooftop of abandoned warehouse on Hope St. Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY. The overbearing clouds gave no hope to the sun. The separation was cold, bereft of contrast. On the bright side, for a shoot in July, the tar roof was once comfortable on her bare feet.

Dorianne, Rooftop of abandoned warehouse on Hope St. Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY.

The overbearing clouds gave no hope to the sun. The separation was cold, bereft of contrast. On the bright side, for a shoot in July, the tar roof was once comfortable on her bare feet.