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This dude is my current love affair: Anders Petersen. He's a Swedish photographer who started way back when, I think his break was producing a book called Cafe Lehmitz. Check the work, here:

Older photos.

and here:

LensCulture Interview with new photos.

Just got home from seeing Bright Eyes at Town Hall in Manhattan...it was okay, not mind blowing. They didn't play the song from Cassadaga I most wanted to hear, some lyrics below:

"I Must Belong Somewhere"

Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed.
Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed.
Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today.

Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel.
Leave the homeless man in his cardboard cell.
Let the painted horse on the carousel remain.

'Cause everything it must belong somewhere.
Just like the gold around her finger or the silver in his hair.
Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.

They also had someone doing live art projected on the wall behind them, which was actually really cool. Made me want to paint and draw and smudge colors all over my walls...

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Some photos from a party by my house in Greenpoint. En- Joy. I did.

We are O'Death.

Love is.

Full. Filling.

Hey ladies.

The Whole Shebang.

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Hi. How are ya?

So, its been kind of eventful around these parts. I still find it impossible to avoid staying awake until 3 AM. And therefore, I basically wake up at 7:30 AM and listen to NPR for about an hour, then sleep until 10 or 11 AM.

Have you seen the video for 1 2 3 4 by Feist? YouTube that shit.

Editing photos is a lot of fun. I cut up all my contact sheets (which sucks, hard) then I et to play with the little pictures and see which ones work together. Its also a really good opportunity to play music EXTRA loud and pace and pose like that statue the thinker.

I went shopping with my friend Majai from Breckenridge (he really wanted to buy his lady some kicks at Dave's Quality Meats, but they didn't have her size...) and I realized that I don't have to know ANYTHING anymore. As long as I can find it on GoogleMaps, I can just wander the city with no clue and always find what I'm looking for. Wait, that's not true. But I do seem to leave the house a lot without proper preparation these days.

Saturday night, went to the Slipper Room for a burlesque show to celebrate our friend Harper's birthday. Then I went to a late night reggae show where I saw at least 3 people in Rockers t-shirts and got a super good contact high. Then I had to sneak out and head home.

Talent.

Birthday girl Harper, Alana (I think?) and Jesse Huf.

Hi.

I did some serious white boy regae dancing for about 10 minutes...

Rockers: If you don't know, ya better ask somebody...

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You know what they say about moments when you don't have anything good to say?

San Franscisco.

Santa Cruz.

NJ.

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Travelling to the West is funny. I always wake up so ridiculously early. Guess thats why I'm up at 5:30 am - anyway, yesterday I shot 60 rolls of film, then dropped straight into a long night of partying Finland style. I can only assume that my heads gonna hurt later. I'm going running before the hangover kicks in.

Some old photos, from my birthday, from Mexico where the water was warm.

The Beach.

Schoolyard.

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Jersey, its like a disease growing in my soul. Anyhow, went to see this 80's cover band with some friends from up 'round Mt. Creek way...

Bridge and tunnel crowd, in reverse.

Eva, driving, texting, etc. And Marc, about to blow minds.

Marc starting singing, and the rest is history.

Maybe its only me, but this makes me laugh - everyone looks spent.

Apparently, all it takes to pick up girls in New Jersey is being wasted and saying, "can I take a picture of your asses?"

Still goin stong at the end of the night.

Moustache. (Incidentally I ate a great restaurant on the Lower East this week, called Moustache...)

Pony time.

I don't know, a couple weeks ago we made Easter eggs. First Easter experience in years. Weird.

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A long week of exploring Manhattan below Houston St and East of Greene culminated last night in a long circuit. Skated from Greenpoint, my home, over to Williamsburg. Down by the East River I shared a couple of Polish beers and watched the sun set over Manhattan with Haley. Then I took off to meet the boys. Skated across the Williamsburg Bridge, which was an adventure - you can haul ass down that sucker. After a little tour through the potholed streets of the Lower East, ended up at the Etnies showroom for a party sponsored by Harley Davidson. I went for the photo exhibit by Ed Templeton, some sort of reportage B/W deal from a motorbike road trip. Cool if not exactly mindblowing - then again you couldn't really check out the photos due to the breakdancing, posing and wall to wall pack of cool kids. My boy Mike had his whiskey splashed all over by an errant douche bag elbow, so we shredded off to some extra dope late night Thai spot to sober up before the long push back to Brooklyn and a quick stop into the Union Pool. Pretty much the perfect skateboard tour of the city.

All that happened with no camera, time off after I shot the band Motion City Soundtrack earlier in the day. It'll be in Alt Press later in the summer. The shoot was pretty much uneventful, but here's a polaroid from it anyway.

I'm off to Santa Cruz, California tomorrow for a week. 2 days shooting and hopefully a few days of surfing in the middle.

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So, here it is. I'm over the MySpace blog editor and so, today, I break out on my own. An awesome journey into the great unknown. Blah, blah, blah.

Anyway, what's up? I just got done shooting my first band, Motion City Soundtrack, for Alt. Press magazine. It was pretty much a non-event. The guys were super nice, I kept things pretty safe and mellow, none of the bums in the park hassled us, and thats it. Probably a bad sign that its that boring. Live and learn I guess, or maybe its just that I need a little more excitement.

OK. I also need to figure out if the pictures are going to show up correctly, so here goes nothing. All further blogs will not be so lame. Actually, they probably will.

Your host, self-portrait, Salzberg, Austria. (actually this isn't working yet, but we'll see what's up.)

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