how things move altogether too quickly and smoothly once a pattern is imposed

Above: sketch of a suburb— viewed from the spire, as it were. A suburb represents, to me, a place that lacks the most wonderful parts of both cities and wide open spaces*; A pattern imposed; a restrictive one— made to serve its developer's purpose rather than its inhabitants. Sometimes, life feels that way, no? (how… Continue reading how things move altogether too quickly and smoothly once a pattern is imposed

The conversations among windows that happen in the fading light

I had a little meander through the fourth and third avenue corridors of lower Gowanus last evening as the light struck things at angles. I added some strategic color to these images; some storytelling. Shooting in color with a phone at that hour is dodgy at best, yet shot in black and white they lose a… Continue reading The conversations among windows that happen in the fading light