I don’t really show this sort of candid street stuff much anymore. I still shoot it, but only for myself – it’ll maybe get a shitty contact sheet scan and then stuffed in a box. The other night I flipped through some of the contacts from this summer and cropped out ones I thought were cool.
This is a fun book of photographs I shot while at the beach this summer. There are 17 5×7″ B&W silver RC prints mounted in a white 8.5×11″ children’s craft book hand stenciled front and back in acrylic and shipped in a clear protective sleeve.
Each is completely unique and will be signed and numbered.
I’ll make up to 25 + 1 A/P in this edition.
Price is $45 + s/h. If you’d like to order one please email me.
I shared some of these previously when I first began them; they’re photographs from walks this winter in Prospect Park, Brooklyn. I liked them enough that I’m doing a small final series called “My Prospect.”
There were 4 portfolios in the original edition of this. They were prints hand mounted in leather albums. I still think they are beautiful as artifacts, but they were stupidly expensive and time consuming to make. Moreover, only 4 people have them, and I’m pretty sure they’re not being treated as coffee table books. I wanted a simple small copy for myself to have around, and also since doing the Occurrences newsprint edition, I had a number of people ask if I’d ever do an inexpensive version of Unreal City, so I decided to revisit it and do this.
The print-on-demand press quality leaves a lot to be desired, but right now utilizing any tangible medium is good I think. Plus, I think that populace mainstream sort of lo-fi medium is cool, makes the work more eye-level and less precious. Needless to say these aren’t to be shilled as rare or valuable – they’re intended to be enjoyed and shared.
It was difficult learning to breathe. But it was even more
difficult learning to forget. Though in the end I learned
both how to breathe and forget. Sometimes I juggle one orange
while I do this. Breathe and forget. So it is ok to be
here where the rose is torn. Where the streets are a jungle
of burnt glass and the world has blood in it’s eye. Breathe
and forget. It’s what I told the newpaper-boy. For a christmas
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