The Lost Rolls America Project


Almost every professional photographer who came up before digital eclipsed analog has something a little bit strange in common and that is, a bag of old film in their refrigerator. Working with film on a daily basis, in it many different formats, professional life mixing with the personal, random rolls of film invariably piled up for years with the photographer figuring he would develop it “one day”.  Well, that day has come for many.  The Lost Rolls America project, (a spin off of a related project by Ron Haviv of the photography agency VII) is doing something unique, spectacular and incredibly helpful. That is, processing undeveloped at no cost from photographers around the world in the hopes to rescue latent memories.

I participated in the project after learning about it at Photoville  and sent in about 5 rolls of 120mm film and recently received back some revelatory work. Not only did I not know what the film was going to be from but I don’t even remember shooting some of it.  Super exciting, a bit weird.  I used to shoot a vintage plastic camera from the 1950’s  for fun and most of the work seems to of come from that.  Some travel, some early NYC stuff.


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Grant proposal for the N train subway line.

The MTA, the NYC Subway transit authority, has a call for artists to design installations for several stations.  I submitted these images with the concept of taking people on a journey thru Madagascar with a  dynamic, color filled dose of nature, culture and adventure while they hustle along underground.  The images, mostly shot on a point and shoot and while I was in motion, should sync well with the fast paced New Yorkers streaming past.


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Video for Girls Gotta Run.org

I recently completed my first film which was funded by a 2014 grant I received from Getty Images and Lean-In.org.  The piece was made for Girls Gotta Run, a nonprofit organization out of Washington D.C. that facilitates running clubs in Southern Ethiopia for young women.  The video was crafted to be watched as one runs on a treadmill and to immerse the runner into the rural Ethiopian countryside, placing the viewer alongside the girls as they complete a 5k run.  It has an Ethiopian musical soundtrack, information about the organization as well as historical facts about Ethiopia throughout.  Within the 30 minutes are also two short videos I shot as well, one on the Ethiopian Coffee Ceremony and another on the Ethiopian Jewish Community.

Please share with any runners you know and let me know how it goes!



Video on the Ethiopian coffee ceremony

In Ethiopia, the birthplace of coffee, the daily drinking of this ancient beverage is part of a ritualized cultural ceremony rich in history and sometimes hours in length. The beans are freshly roasted, incense is burned and multiple cups are passed around.  The 30 minute video I recently completed for an Ethiopian nonprofit has this 2 minute video about the ceremony with-in it.  Check it out and share with any coffee freaks who might enjoy.

Here is an excerpt from a well written piece from Food 52 about the ceremony.

“Ethiopian Buna (Coffee) Ceremony is a long process, averaging around 1.5 hours. While these coffee ceremonies can be an everyday occurrence, a major purpose is to come to a certain important conclusion — someone asking for a hand in marriage or looking for resolution to a conflict that cannot otherwise be solved. 

First, a fire is built to roast the coffee beans. When the coffee has roasted, the woman who’s preparing it — dressed to the nines, by the way — carries the metal pot that the coffee’s roasting in around the room so that everyone can capture the aromas. Think of when a sommelier asks you to approve a glass of wine at a restaurant — if it’s not up to par, you can send it back. 

The first cup enjoyed during the ceremony is known as Abol. This is the strongest cup, and therefore has the most significance. If you’re looking to resolve a conflict, you must show up during this stage — anytime afterwards during the ceremony would be pointless. 

The second cup is known as Tona: water is added to the cup but it still maintains a significant amount of strength. If a resolution isn’t reached by the second cup, then a third cup does not happen. 

The third cup of the coffee ceremony is Baraka: it’s the weakest cup, but it symbolizes acceptance, resolution, and joy. People celebrate at this cup, and the younger generation is often invited to drink that cup.

I was honored to receive the  Getty Images/Lean-In grant which took me to Ethiopia to work for a female-centric nonprofit.  I then went on to work with Green Mountain Coffee and do some personal projects.

Stay tuned!



J’Ouvert in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. New York City’s greatest folkloric festival.

All Text from “J’ouvert in Brooklyn Carnival: Revitalizing Steel Pan and Ole Mas Traditions”. Author: Ray Allen

“The rumble of distant drums rolls across Prospect Park, breaking the pre-dawn tranquility that envelops central Brooklyn on Labor Day morning.My watch says 4 a.m.-the J’Ouvert celebration must be underway. Quietly slipping out of my apartment into the cool of the night, I note the irony of being late for Carnival, an event that by nature defies time. Still,I quicken my pace, cutting across the park, drawn towards the percussive din and faint strains of steel pan. Emerging near the zoo entrance on Flatbush Avenue, I come face to face with a group of devils.

IMG_0012“The devils, along with hundreds of less elaborately clad partygoers, are ‘jumping up” and “wining down” to the Pantonic’s rendition of the popular calypso “In My House.” The band and dancers pulse as one, inching down the road toward Empire Boulevard, then bumping up against the Adlib Steelband and merging into a mile-long sea of humanity.”

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Walking the streets of Addis Ababa is extremely dangerous!

Ethiopia is a million different things and tastes, affronts, foibles and wonders.  One thing it was not was a place you felt threatened by personal violence.  Ethiopians were fun, interested, helpful and cool.  Ethiopia is considered to be one of the safest countries for tourists in Africa.No muggings, no assaults, no rape, etc.. But, taking a stroll on the sidewalks of Addis Ababa is a completely different story.  One must be hyper-vigilant and incredibly in tune with their environs as at any moment a giant gaping hole may lay underfoot.  These tombs-to-be are deep and dark, some studded with jagged metal rods waiting to impale you and very in size. Some will just destroy a knee.  Others will swallow you whole and your family calling the consulate.  The lack of streetlights doesn’t help your sad cause.  They just sit quietly in wait, hoping your absentmindedly wondering if your bowels are going to explode before you arrive at your hotel or if you’ll be denied that needed Visa extension and get thrown in jail when exiting the country or how the current government can say they honestly received 100% vote of a recent election or what really qualifies as a colonization as pizza is almost as popular as injera.  If these suckers don’t get you the traffic will.  Look 100 ways before crossing any street.

Here are some examples of these urban pits of doom that I just barely survived.

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Post-Pride celebration in New York City.

My second favorite night of the year (my first) is the post-parade Pride celebration which usually takes place on the Piers of the West Side Highway in Lower Manhattan.  The NYPD seem to be limiting that spot more and more so this year the streets bore the colorful, messy and lusty brunt of this rather bacchanalian celebration. Mostly composed of lesbians and transgendered people of color, tens of thousands of revelers drink, flirt, smoke blunts, grope and dance into the night.  That is, until the mounties clomp in to ruin everything.  But, until then, it’s seemingly a free for all and it’s positively sublime.


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