Throwback Thursday and the Supermoon from 2014
A news photographer returns home on assignment to confront a community that hasn’t forgiven him for a photo that shamed them, many years ago.
“I was ashamed that I’d been afraid but in the immediate aftermath of my attack, at my most paranoid and frightened, I believed she’d betrayed me and joined my attackers to torment me.”
“Stupidly, I moved out of the road up onto the narrow curb like a surfer trying to paddle around a shark—but it was too late. The wave crashed over me.”
“We traveled together on the ‘R’ train and said our good-byes with a mingling of tongues that made my tummy flip.”
Last year Brooklyn’s Postmark Cafe raised $15k for charity and nobody noticed them doing it. Here’s my short film about the Park Slope coffee shop.
Road Recovery—the program by sober, working musicians for at-risk teens—has been rock-steady for 18 years. Now, with the help of some Rock ‘n Roll legends they’ve released an album.
I saw her snuggled between a sleek black Schwin and an angular, haughty red Raleigh, with a wicker basket—like models backstage at Fashion Week.
There’s still an unconscious counter in my head that resets to 36 and counts down every time I shoot a new roll of film. When I have a camera up in front of my face, the world is contained in a tiny rectangle; my perception of depth is altered—one eye is closed—and my concerns are on focus, exposure and composition.
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