A Glorious Misspent Youth Before Dumbo became the 2nd most Instagrammed place on the planet, it was a kingdom of shadows. A dystopia of warehouses & graffiti, across the river from Impossible Manhattan where artists, drifters, ravers, dreamers,
A MEMORY OF NAMIBIA “In Namibia, I drove you through relics of long-dried lakes. Extinct beasts rose from orange dust— rhinos chased by wild dogs, elephants lurching in shambles. The savannah shimmered silver & gold as your finger ac
VAGABOND QUEEN (A passage from my forthcoming short story of the same title) Time froze, and you surrendered to your animal self. Was it the vodka or the blind man’s pills? Or was it your wild, doomed, murderous love? Or the centuries of sa
The Man Who Shot the Soul of Earth Sebastião Salgado is gone. But his shadow walks among us still. Born in Aimorés, Brazil, he roamed the scorched edges of humanity—famines in the Sahel, hellfire oil fields in Kuwait, exoduses et
THE WILD PASSIONS OF GUILLERMO OLGUIN Most of us have never felt the exuberant spirit of Mexico.
Fewer still are familiar with the bold, myth-soaked brilliance of its new art. On a recent trip to Oaxaca, I spent a wild weekend with painter Guillermo
Watermelon Seed in My Mouth, Tears in My Eyes #portraitsfromtheworld #igportraits #hipstamatic #colorphotography #japanesephotography
The Whimsy & Wonder of Jill Sobule, Gone but Never Forgotten 🕊️💔 A tribute to a true American icon—the pioneering artist, activist, exemplary human being, and my friend, Jill Sobule, who died tragically last week in a house fire in Minnea
Mandi in Brooklyn #americanstyle #americans #brooklynvintage #portraitsfromtheworld #leicacamerausa #folkmusic #lindaronstadt
Station to Station I have been making pictures in the NYC subway for ten years. Images hurtle through my mind: doors opening and closing; the rattle and hum and music and tongues; the stench of urine and the scurrying rats the size of cats; the deep
Station to Station I have been making pictures in the NYC subway for ten years. Images hurtle through my mind: doors opening and closing; the rattle and hum and music and tongues; the stench of urine and the scurrying rats the size of cats; the deep
Station to Station I have been making pictures in the NYC subway for ten years. Images hurtle through my mind: doors opening and closing; the rattle and hum and music and tongues; the stench of urine and the scurrying rats the size of cats; the dee
Station to Station I have been making pictures in the NYC subway for ten years. Images hurtle through my mind: doors opening and closing; the rattle and hum and music and tongues; the stench of urine and the scurrying rats the size of cats; the dee