Sach's new headquarters.
Huh, I think to myself, I just shot that building for Bloomberg.
So I flip to the article, and guess whose image they used? Mine!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
My first New Yorker picture!
I'm laying in bed last night reading the table of contents for the May 17th New Yorker when I notice a story about Goldman
Sach's new headquarters.
Huh, I think to myself, I just shot that building for Bloomberg.
So I flip to the article, and guess whose image they used? Mine!
Sach's new headquarters.
Huh, I think to myself, I just shot that building for Bloomberg.
So I flip to the article, and guess whose image they used? Mine!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Washington Post Section Cover
A pill photo that I shot for Bloomberg was used by The Washington Post on Sunday as the cover of their business section.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Environmental Portraits
I've been shooting environmental portraits lately - real estate executives, among others.
I'm enjoying the portraiture process, including working with the setting, subject, lighting, etc.
I'm enjoying the portraiture process, including working with the setting, subject, lighting, etc.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Lawsuits, Gold, and Cabaret
My image ran on the NY Times City Room blog on January 20th with a story about the NYCLU suing the city for misbehavior by police stationed in New York City schools.
My image ran on the NY Times City Room blog on January 19th with a story about Rep. Anthony Weiner busting Cash 4 Gold for scamming customers.
The image below was shot on assignment for the following article in The New York Times on January 14th about a Jay Leonhart cabaret show.
My image ran on the NY Times City Room blog on January 19th with a story about Rep. Anthony Weiner busting Cash 4 Gold for scamming customers.
The image below was shot on assignment for the following article in The New York Times on January 14th about a Jay Leonhart cabaret show.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Murder at the Peninsula Hotel
My picture ran in The New York Times on February 5th with a very sad story about a mother who allegedly poisoned her young son at the Peninsula Hotel in midtown.
Similar assignments sometimes turn into scrums with photographers aggressively jostling for position. But all the photographers on this assignment were very respectful. Everyone shot their frames in silence and then left quietly.
There is a photo of the boy's body bag, but I decided not to publish it here.
Similar assignments sometimes turn into scrums with photographers aggressively jostling for position. But all the photographers on this assignment were very respectful. Everyone shot their frames in silence and then left quietly.
There is a photo of the boy's body bag, but I decided not to publish it here.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Help for Undocumented Haitians
My photo ran along with a story on January 29th about the NY Bar Association providing free legal aid on taking advantage of Obama's temporary protected status for undocumented Haitians. It was a challenging shoot as I wasn't allowed to show the faces of any undocumented people.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Pilgrim At Tinker Creek
just finished reading it. highly recommended.
some favorite passages:
"It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale... I can hardly believe that this grace never flags, that the pouring from ever-renewable resources in endless, impartial, and free."
"These are our few seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present."
"I have come to the creek - in the middle of the day, to feel the delicate gathering of heat, real sun's heat, in the air, and to watch new water come down the creek. Don't expect more than this, and a mental ramble."
"The trees especially seem to bespeak a generosity of spirit. I suspect that the real moral thinkers end up, wherever the may start, in botany. We know nothing for certain, but we seem to see that the world turns upon growing, grows towards growing, and growing green and clean."
"Stone cities rise, spread, and crumble, like patches of alpine blossoms that flourish for a day an inch above the permafrost, that iced earth no root can suck, and wither in an hour. New cities appear, and rivers sift silt onto their rooftops; more cities emerge and spread in lobes like lichen on rock. The great human figures of history, those intricate, spirited tissues that roamed the earth's surface, are a wavering blur whose split second in the light was too brief an exposure to field any image but the hunched, shadowless figures of ghosts. The great hers of caribou pour into the valleys like slag, and trickle back, and pour, a brown fluid. Slow it down more, come closer still. A dot appears, a flesh-flake. It swells like a balloon; it moves, circle, slows, an vanishes. This is your life."
"... freedom grew the beauties and the horrors from the same live branch."
"Creation itself was the fall, a burst into the thorny beauty of the real."
"Here was a new light on the intricate texture of things in the world, the actual plot of the present moment in time after the fall: the way we the living are nibbled and nibbling - not held aloft on a cloud in the air but bumbling pitted and scarred and broken through a frayed and beautiful land."
some favorite passages:
"It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale... I can hardly believe that this grace never flags, that the pouring from ever-renewable resources in endless, impartial, and free."
"These are our few seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present."
"I have come to the creek - in the middle of the day, to feel the delicate gathering of heat, real sun's heat, in the air, and to watch new water come down the creek. Don't expect more than this, and a mental ramble."
"The trees especially seem to bespeak a generosity of spirit. I suspect that the real moral thinkers end up, wherever the may start, in botany. We know nothing for certain, but we seem to see that the world turns upon growing, grows towards growing, and growing green and clean."
"Stone cities rise, spread, and crumble, like patches of alpine blossoms that flourish for a day an inch above the permafrost, that iced earth no root can suck, and wither in an hour. New cities appear, and rivers sift silt onto their rooftops; more cities emerge and spread in lobes like lichen on rock. The great human figures of history, those intricate, spirited tissues that roamed the earth's surface, are a wavering blur whose split second in the light was too brief an exposure to field any image but the hunched, shadowless figures of ghosts. The great hers of caribou pour into the valleys like slag, and trickle back, and pour, a brown fluid. Slow it down more, come closer still. A dot appears, a flesh-flake. It swells like a balloon; it moves, circle, slows, an vanishes. This is your life."
"... freedom grew the beauties and the horrors from the same live branch."
"Creation itself was the fall, a burst into the thorny beauty of the real."
"Here was a new light on the intricate texture of things in the world, the actual plot of the present moment in time after the fall: the way we the living are nibbled and nibbling - not held aloft on a cloud in the air but bumbling pitted and scarred and broken through a frayed and beautiful land."
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