I've always loved street fashion and the free expression of self and style that it embodies. In the general chaos of the urban scrum with its blanket of conformity, these people bring sparks of color and creativity and are a welcome and much appreciated presence.
Racine from Bushwick
Friends on the corner of 2nd ave and Houston in the East Village
Pink suit and new do in the East Village
I met this man in Williamsburg and learned that
he made his overcoat with recycled fabrics...
stylin' in Soho
I met Nicholas from Athens in the East Village and
learned his printed pants, Peruvian shawl and knit
hat, all came from discount bins at local stores.
Psychedelic flashback in Washington Square.
I met Caroline on Canal St as she was returning from
It was a gorgeous early Summer day last Tuesday and a favorite beach combing destination was calling. Once a landfill and dump in the early 20th century, the remnants today are a study in beautiful decay, always rich with the odd juxtaposition of natural beauty and the imprint of a post industrial world.
The durability of plastic is always evident
The Empire State or (the state of the empire)
Once a snazzy whitewall cruiser on the streets of Brooklyn
Linoleum fragments are frequent finds.
Saddle up on a beach sculpture
a bit of graft on a beached boat
Fishing nets and fabric in a grand scale entanglement...
bottles and rusting metal
once an active tricycle,,,
down at the Dead Horse yacht club...
The Crackerjack Kid sells his wares while embedded in a mysterious
Everyone has something to say. From aphorisms, advice, love, poetry, platitudes, politics or pithy pronouncements, they all seem to find space on urban walls, I've been documenting them for a long time and this small batch is from the past year.