"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen"
- George Orwell
"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen"
- George Orwell
A photo graph of me with my photographs taken by bae.
Thanks to everybody that came out to support the show! And much love to the five other dope photographers who I got to share the space with. If you missed the show and want to check out the work, come to the Bushwick Community Darkroom at 110 Troutman Street, BK NY because all of our work will be there through the end of July. Also, there's still some zine sets still available, so holla to get one!
Now it is time to get back to work.
Provider. Nurturer. Leader. Giver. Instructor. Director. Carer. Healer. Guider. Father
*Disclaimer: This portrait in no way supports the actions of the artist known as PartyNextDoor
Happy celebration day to all the Puerto Rico homies out there.
Physical manifestations of the conversations black people have
when white people are not in the room.
"She's been in that house since I was a kid man".
Fire raged on my block in East New York, as neighbors watched and mused about the history of the block.
This week's series is a work in progress, exploring the relationship between NYC Dog owners and their pets. The question is who's in charge?
Steel. Glass. Stone. The foundations of New York City.
Striding forward in the beginning of the week. The beginning of the summer. The beginning.
The Black White & Grey
United States Of America. Here, the American flag is ubiquitous. It flaps over us in offices. It's plastered on the backs of our trucks. It's draped over our bodies. So how does personal patriotism live in this constant inundation of American imagery? This week, while stripping away the color, we will explore how the Stars and Stripes manifest themselves in our daily lives.
In the comments, tell me what you think about the flag? Do you feel like it is everywhere? What does it mean to you? How do you feel about it?
A pause from this week of solitude photos, to share a moment of non solitude. A candid coffee capture with a friend Opiyo.
At any given moment, there are millions of people inhabiting some space that's called New York City. How is it then, that so many of these people are alone?
Since last week we looked at the inter connections of people in the hustle and bustle in the city, it is only fitting explore the flip side.
When surrounded by millions, is being alone a necessary reprieve, or an unfortunate side affect?
The Love.
Joy.
Struggle.
Pain. Bond.
Support.
The Family.
I hope you enjoyed this week's moments of interpersonal connections in NYC. A chance to highlight some of the little moments showing people not always being alone in this individual, gotta get mines, concrete jungle.