Sakura Matsuri in Brooklyn: Where cherry blossoms, Cosplay, Autism and acne finally intersect.

The Brooklyn Botanical Gardens had their Cherry Blossom Festival last weekend and the Cosplay (costume play) that transpired was much more vibrant and colorful than the trees themselves (they actually have yet to bloom).  I wandered around in jaw dropped amazement at this sub-cultures breadth and was shocked to see how its practitioners sat so comfortable in what seemed to … Continue reading Sakura Matsuri in Brooklyn: Where cherry blossoms, Cosplay, Autism and acne finally intersect.

Pesach at the ER…one mans idiotic exodus into the American Medical System.

Passover on Monday night was pretty incredible. Intimate gathering of 10 people lead by an ex-Chasid turned globetrotting DJ, great crowd, raucous singing, bottomless wine, delicious food, topped off by a tipsy daredevil bike ride with an old Jackson Hole snowboarding buddy in for the weekend and $1 slices. Signing autographs as Bruce Willis to drunken … Continue reading Pesach at the ER…one mans idiotic exodus into the American Medical System.

Bike Kill of Brooklyn

“TAKE a dash of “Mad Max,” add a pinch of “Jackass,” sprinkle both over a wet batter of art students, bicycle messengers, anarchist welders and militant anti-globalist vegans, then let the mixture bake for, say, a decade in the oven of Brooklyn, and the resulting dish should taste a little like the Black Label Bike … Continue reading Bike Kill of Brooklyn

Detroit’s Palmer Park: Where ghosts of past and present collide

Sven Gustafason and I did a story for HOUR Magazine on one of the largest and most historical public parks in Detroit and its current iteration and  rebirth.  Here is a post with more photos and an updated and more in-depth version of  Sven’s story. Sven Gustafason To me, there might be no better microcosm for the Detroit experience … Continue reading Detroit’s Palmer Park: Where ghosts of past and present collide

Cloudy nights.

I am not going to go as far as to pronounce these “Equivalents” as the great  Alfred Stieglitz did in 1925, equating different cloud shapes with different human emotions (see video below).  But since college I have been shooting them and as we all know, there is something epic and transcendental about them.  For me, they always seem to bring about feelings … Continue reading Cloudy nights.