SLAM DRUNK CONTEST!!!

Me and my staff, taking flics of the new shirt.

SAVE THE LAST DANCE.

It's always been known white people can't dance, I felt the need to bring it back to your attention.

A LITTLE SPRINKLY.

FUTURISTIC STYLES

That dude in the back with the glasses is stunnin' .

PRINTED MATTER.

A COUPLE PEOPLE TOLD ME THE TYPE ON THE LETTER IS TOO SMALL, CLICK ON IT!!!
Scott Bourne hooked it up bigtime. I ran into him and Albin one night and he hit me off with the good news, quite a surprise, that a letter I'd sent him had been printed in a French magazine of which he has a monthly column! Quite the exciting event, the article is printed in English and then in the back of the magazine printed in French.
You might recognize some of the photographs from previous posts.
I'm not sure why one photo doesn't show up.

The bit about the Saroyan book, is in reference to a book I'd left in his mailbox in Paris entitled "Here Comes, There Go's, You Know Who." There is a bit in the book about Saroyan living in Paris and Bourne told me he'd been reading it and then walked past the address where William Saroyan had lived.

Caroluchis the Beautiful, Albin Sikora of YOUNGPHILOSOPHER.COM, and Scott Bourne chilling out after we'd attended a Patrick O'Dell photo show.

If anyone really likes the letter, I've got a boat load of some short stories, hit me up, jimmy@thankyounyc.com, and I'll contact you!!!

KICK TO THE HEAD.

Rolled around today and this dog started barking at me. Then this guy kicked the dog in the head when no one was looking and the owner was like, "Did you kick my dog?" and the guy is like, "No. Why would I kick your dog?" Strange.
Heath Ledge. RIP.

POLISH DAY

If you 're not Polish you will never understand us. We get together like a secret society in backrooms of libraries.

SKETCHY

WINDSHIELD FISTS.

Have you ever been driving with someone in the middle of a huge argument and out of sheer frustration punched the windshield and it spiderweb cracks? I did it the other day, your kinda like, damn, I didn't know I could do that, immediately followed by the fact that I had to pay for the replacement. I found a great spot on Utica Ave. and sat there for more than four hours with nothing to do.

POWERWASH

I recently had the pleasure of locking myself in a basement at 82nd and Columbus, completely dipping myself in garbage-wear, ordering a pizza and a coffee, and then powerwashing for eight hours strait. My feet got so wet I think they are still frozen from going out afterwards.
Remember I told you my friend drives like an Anthrax track on meth, well, now you believe me right?

BLACK & WHITE VS. COLOR.

I'll try to get some color pics up soon, maybe this Spring.

SECURING THE PREMISES

And it's bad, bad, Leroy Brown, the baddest man in the whole damn town.

RAY RIVERA INTERVIEW.

I recently got a great interview with singer/songwriter Ray Rivera at his house in Sheepshead Bay. It will be on the website hopefully soon. Here's a couple photo's from the interview.

BELZ BOOZE.

TORTOISE THE LEGEND

So somehow I snuck into their little backstage room, got all the groupy's out of the way, and got a great group shot of one of the best bands in the world. I'm extremely happy with the way this turned out.
At the time, being caught up in the moment, I forgot I only had two exposures left at the end of the roll. Then I took my last two, this being the last one on the roll, and acted like it was perfect. When in actuality I didn't want to make an open announcement that I'm a clutz.

ALLEY POL'S

I walked out of the Aragon Ballroom 's alley entrance at Lawrence near Broadway and thought this was a couple goofy kids who'd eaten acid and couldn't get up. Ha ha, I thought they were laughing behind those hoods! Not quite, I got this one off with my garbagy little pocket film camera thats broke, I have to hold it on or it won't take a photo. The second the flash went off these two inebriated Polish guys turned around with a good scream and horror in their eyes. I made a quick exit and moved on.

APPLE PIE AND HIS WOMAN!!!

My friend Apple Pie was hittin' the streets of Chicago hard when I was out there. I think thats a see-through silk cardigan? What ever it is it's priceless. I turned around to talk to some stranger and when I turned back he was dancing with this chick. It was pretty intense. Look at that, the look of love in the boys eyes I tell ya.

ANCIENT CEMETERY PART ONE.

Learning how to incorporate a date with work is one of the hardest things to accomplish. Bringing your girl to one of the strangest cemeteries in New York is a stretch. She squeezed through the fence, I had to do a little hopping.
I know somebody out there would have wanted this Wyckoff Boerum headstone log but I ain't the cemetery stealing type.

ANCIENT CEMETERY PART TWO.

AFTER THE MARQ, THIS CADDY.

It will never flip over and you can take out a small yellow bus. I get scared driving in plastic cars. Especially with my girls brother Oscar, he drives like an Anthrax track on meth.

PUSSYBOX

I know that these are two of the same photo's. I just couldn't choose which I liked better. In one she's looking right at me, in the other she is surrounded by jordan's and heels. Woman with a good sense of shoes are the shit, grown men who wait in lines to get the new dunk are ruining life for everyone.

THE OLD STOPLIGHT PONDER.

Everyone needs a break every once in a while. Ate some chili-cheese dogs and I'm ready to go. '08 is about to prove great. My grandmother said to me today, "When are you gonna get a haircut, y'know, a mans cut." That kinda made me feel like a pus. Taking a break really meant taking a break so there wasn't too much photography going on, however, I did manage to sneak backstage into Tortoise little back room and get some shots. Those will be up soon, even though I always freak a bit about putting film through the radiation machines at the airport. Oh shit, with the song coming on the radio right now and me typing this maybe my grandma was right?!