Point and Shoot…
My Grandpapa (DaDa) was the first to put a camera in my hand, he was often documenting the matriculation of mine and my brothers journey through innocence with film and print, since then I’ve
been looking at life as though I can capture each moment with a click and a shutter. Those indelible events we spent seizing time curated a passion that has given me sanctuary previously found solely under lights
illuminated every Friday night or Saturday afternoon in autumn. My training is primarily atavistic so I thank you for your forbearance in this journey through my eyes. Enjoy!
Lie to me Tickle my hippOcampus
Send me reminiscing of a place
In which time has no meaning
A place taciturn and neutral.
Tell Me You Love Me
Give me an appellation
Lead me to be avaricious and jaundiced
Fulfill the chasm in my chest
And become my vale.
Street Art is my favorite thing to capture. Hands down. Period
Friend, sensei, inspiration: the real deal.
When the A/C goes out in the middle of a heat wave traveling through the subway with humidity comparable to The South you can find yourself in a place of rare seclusion..if you can stand the heat.
Kennedy Fried Chicken
After dutches, bottles, and raws this is the place to be avaricious for the low.