COMPLETELY DEAD.

Despite the long explanation I was going to write, I'll just tell you my computer has been officially dead and leave it at that.

THANKSGIVING RANDOMS.

This kids holding on, but I've seen kids do no-hands backflips on an express train. Pretty nuts.

When in doubt about all the things in your life that aren't making sense, go shoot off two hundred rounds like a respectable Texan.

If alternate side parking won't offer a helping hand create your own spot.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

JONATHAN WAXMAN, CHEF EXTRAORDINAIRE.

I had to take these while he wasn't looking.

A GOOD POSTER IF I'VE SEEN ONE.

OBAMADNESS...4

OBAMADNESS...3

OBAMADNESS...2

Maybe I should have stayed at Union Square, everyone was pushing and screaming in my ear and the cops kept screaming at me to get on the curb but their was no room.

OBAMADNESS...

I walked out of work on Election night just as hushed words of Obama's win were hitting the streets, everyone was sprinting, a light rain was coming down, and I decided Times Square might be my best option. Right when I arrived at Union Square for an uptown train, I saw the (I know it sounds lame to say) most patriotic thing my eyes might set upon. A bunch of kids dancing underneath a huge American flag hugging each other and screaming and crying and carrying strangers upon their shoulders. The flag stretched from the steps on 14th street almost to the curb. I don't know who's flag it was but I jumped underneath and got a couple off.

THE OCCASIONAL TUBAGE.

God damn I love this song! Where is the tambourine player hiding out???

SPENCER AND STEVIE.

Somehow found myself hanging with these guys one night over the summer. Lost it and refound it. Nice!

BANANA'S.

Spotted this dude of colossal status getting a linebackers meal of four banana's in a deli.

THE MAN OF THE HOUR.

JAHMAL WILLIAMS, BACKSIDE 50/50.

BLUNT ON TOP OF THE VAN.

PATTERNS.

CAPTURED.

SWEET TART.

STAND ALONE.

THE TAPE AROUND THE GLASSES.

CAR FIRE NEAR BROOKLYN BRIDGE.

YOU CUT YOUR STRENGTH.

I bumped into this guy on Franklin Avenue in Brooklyn and he noticed I had cut my hair and kept asking why. he said, "Don't let no bitch tell you to cut your hair, thats the strength, grow out your facial hair, grow out the hair on your head, that is where all a mans strength comes from."

HARIF.

TERRY RICHARDSON.

MOVIN' ON UP.

This spread is largely a shout out to the kid makin' moves.

AVENUE A STREET BOT.

This guy was sitting down in this position and didn't move, I asked him if I could take a photograph and he just didn't move. By the time I got to the corner I looked back and he still hadn't moved.

DAVE B.

BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS.

Right when you least expect it and luckily I had my wandering eye in place, pull-ups with a helmet.