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I went to Wisconsin for Powder Magazine and shot 50 rolls of 120 film. You might see the photos next year. I learned a valuable lesson there, one that will stick with me for a while. Now, here are 2 things I know that I will never be good at:

1. BASE Jumping.
2. Shotgun Shooting.

Both are skills that really do not leave room for error and, if you've seen the video of the first, you will be surprised I didn't pull a Dick Cheney and shoot one of my compatriots on our clay pigeon massacre (the others really did well despite my 6 for 50 mark, which was a great marker of my pacificism, vegetarianism and general scaredy cat nature.)

Other things I now KNOW:

Though I am NOT a vegan, Wisconsin's prevalent cheeses do not make eating there a great experience.

When you get lost in Illinois, keep the setting sun to your left and you will eventually make it to Wisconsin. (Thanks for guiding me Lisa.)

Carrying a snowboard and the necessary accoutrement to Wisconsin is really not necessary. Rental gear, for even the most accomplished (not me) shredders, is sufficient to carry you to the next lift ride.

Just because there is a trash heap and a lift doesn't mean you need to strap on a shredboard and some 3 layer gore-tex.

If your wife is 7 months pregnant, your 2 spare bedrooms are not sufficient reason to invite the team from Powder Magazine to stay for several nights. And no, us drinking another pitcher of Miller Lite will not convince her otherwise.

I can have fun anywhere, anytime, with a 159 CM piece of wood (and steele and some sort of epoxy) strapped to my feet.

Now, back in Brooklyn, sipping wiskey and trying to translate stories about the chef at Red Bull's Ikarus restaurant in Salburg, who I'm making portraits of next week...

Off to Austria. Auf wiedersehen.

Currently Listening to: Editors, The Back Room

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Seriously, you're looking at this? I just went to the grocery store.

But actually, since you're here, that's a way bigger deal in Brooke-lyn than I ever imagined. Seriously, I went to Whole Foods over the weekend and almost lost it due to the crowds. Aside from that its only been Bodegas (tiny, randomly stocked corner stores) for the whole of my 7 weeks in Brooklyn.

So, my friend Amanda took me on a trip to the much alluded to "best grocery store in Brooklyn", Fairway. Its basically a 20 minute drive from my hood to this place. And as far as food stores go: totally underwhelming. But the thing is, I got home and realized that I had a fully stocked fridge and cabinet and OPTIONS for dinner in my apartment for the first time since getting to the city. And I've had 4 great homemade meals since I went.

But mostly, its the view from Red Hook and specifically from the Fairway parking lot that makes it so incredible.

But really, I cannot believe anyone read about me going to the eff-ing grocery store. Your visit here is not nearly as bad as me writing about shopping and posting photos of it. But it really does say something our society. Or not.

See, I filled my new grocery getter. With groceries. Who knew?


Shopping carts. Enthralling.


Lady Liberty. Yeah USA.


Seriously, I'm stoked to have this incredible view. That's the Statue of Fucking Liberty over my shoulder.


When it opened in 1964, the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge was the world's longest suspension span. It goes from Brooklyn to Staten Island, which the Wu Tang call Shaolin. If you were wondering.


Thanks Amanda!


Look, stocked.


This is not as great as I thought. Bourbon. Sugar. Mac 'n Cheese. Crackers. Chips. Avocados. Spices. Kind of odd actually.

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