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Sep 30, 2010
Photo Booth Pics and Thank for Coming!
Sep 23, 2010
Reminder - Grand Opening this Saturday!
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Sep 20, 2010
New Studio Grand Opening
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Grand Opening Party at my Studio This Saturday
Saturday, September 25th 7pm - 11pm
Come by for some good music free homebrew and a carousel horse photobooth. Yes that's right kids... free beer and a pony.
46 Bridge St. Ground Floor
Brooklyn, NY 11201
Open Studio Hours
12pm-6pm Sept 25th & 26th.
On Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/?sk=events#!/event.php?eid=155298104498363
Sep 13, 2010
In honor of the return of the Shwirtzes...
Welcome back to Brooklyn my friends!
I did a quick portrait shoot in their apartment just before I left town on my last trip. And a few weeks later they moved back to New York!
Labels:
Cooking,
couple,
Domestic,
Foodie,
Jacob Shwirtz,
Nicole Shwirtz,
portrait
Sep 2, 2010
And the Build Goes On... Again
The build goes on but the end is in sight! The official opening of Forgotten Works Studio is September 25th when I will be participating in the Dumbo Arts Festival. The official save the date is coming out soon (for those of you on my mailing list) but until then, more building pics.
I made a run to Build it Green today, an awesome non-profit salvage yard up in Queens. If you've never been there and you're one of those people who could conceivably find a use for a 15 ft Christmas ornament or an antique marble fireplace mantel, I highly suggest checking it out! http://www.bignyc.org
I made the run in Peter Griffin's little red Chrysler convertible. Peter's a soft touch when it comes to loaning out his car which is one of many reasons I love that man. In a totally hetero, masculine, hey-fella-I'm-not-gay-not-that-there's-anything-wrong-with-that, kind of way of course.
His little Geo hatch-back which was an object of beautiful economy of space finally died.
The wheel snapped off.
Think about that one. Not a flat or a blowout. Not the tire, the wheel. The front driver side wheel snapped off the car. So he's back to driving a convertible. No power steering, but the roof goes down at the touch of a button. And thank god for that. I managed to do this:
For the record, that's 3 doors, 4- 4x8 styrofoam reflector panels, a lamp, six hinges and about 30 pieces of antique wooden molding. Total cost: 90 bucks. I love that place!
I made a run to Build it Green today, an awesome non-profit salvage yard up in Queens. If you've never been there and you're one of those people who could conceivably find a use for a 15 ft Christmas ornament or an antique marble fireplace mantel, I highly suggest checking it out! http://www.bignyc.org
I made the run in Peter Griffin's little red Chrysler convertible. Peter's a soft touch when it comes to loaning out his car which is one of many reasons I love that man. In a totally hetero, masculine, hey-fella-I'm-not-gay-not-that-there's-anything-wrong-with-that, kind of way of course.
His little Geo hatch-back which was an object of beautiful economy of space finally died.
The wheel snapped off.
Think about that one. Not a flat or a blowout. Not the tire, the wheel. The front driver side wheel snapped off the car. So he's back to driving a convertible. No power steering, but the roof goes down at the touch of a button. And thank god for that. I managed to do this:
For the record, that's 3 doors, 4- 4x8 styrofoam reflector panels, a lamp, six hinges and about 30 pieces of antique wooden molding. Total cost: 90 bucks. I love that place!
Sep 1, 2010
Still no baby, but pics I give you...
I could wax poetic about the beauty of motherhood but I'm crappy at poetry, so instead I'll offer a little personal history. Lily and I met at the DPC (Downtown Performance Center) when we were 16. The name "Downtown Performance Center" conjures an image of an elegant and eclectic old Tucson performance space, running down but still classy and filled with the history of southwest theater and culture.
Way off.
The DPC was an old warehouse on the crappy side of tracks that separated Downtown from not downtown. The stage was a series of boards and planks most likely salvaged (read stolen) from nearby buildings. It did however have all the amenities an all ages band venue requires. A ticket booth at the front door, clip lights on the ceiling, big fucking speakers and one bathroom. It also had a reading room. A small space with three moldy couches and a random collection of philosophy books and pulp novels. I can't say I ever actually got much reading done there, but I faked it a few times to make it look good. That particular night's ear splitter was a band called Star Crunch by the way.
The first night I spent there changed the course of my life. It's one of two occasions I can point to and say that a chance meeting, a specific person, altered the path of my life. And the new pattern that emerged drew a whole community of people into it, dragging across the country as we all settled one by one into New York life. Brooklyn to be specific.
A week or so after we met, I told Lily over the phone that my friendships tended to be temporary and run their course in six month cycles. True enough at that point in my life. She told me she had a feeling she'd be around for a while and I could hear the smile in her voice as she said it.
It's 16 years later and I just photographed one of my oldest and dearest friends days before she gives birth to her first child. We don't know yet if it will be a boy or a girl, and it will probably be a while before we really know this little person, but considering the I'm really looking forward to it.
Lily, Wade, I love you guys very much and I can't wait to meet your child.
A
Way off.
The DPC was an old warehouse on the crappy side of tracks that separated Downtown from not downtown. The stage was a series of boards and planks most likely salvaged (read stolen) from nearby buildings. It did however have all the amenities an all ages band venue requires. A ticket booth at the front door, clip lights on the ceiling, big fucking speakers and one bathroom. It also had a reading room. A small space with three moldy couches and a random collection of philosophy books and pulp novels. I can't say I ever actually got much reading done there, but I faked it a few times to make it look good. That particular night's ear splitter was a band called Star Crunch by the way.
The first night I spent there changed the course of my life. It's one of two occasions I can point to and say that a chance meeting, a specific person, altered the path of my life. And the new pattern that emerged drew a whole community of people into it, dragging across the country as we all settled one by one into New York life. Brooklyn to be specific.
A week or so after we met, I told Lily over the phone that my friendships tended to be temporary and run their course in six month cycles. True enough at that point in my life. She told me she had a feeling she'd be around for a while and I could hear the smile in her voice as she said it.
It's 16 years later and I just photographed one of my oldest and dearest friends days before she gives birth to her first child. We don't know yet if it will be a boy or a girl, and it will probably be a while before we really know this little person, but considering the I'm really looking forward to it.
Lily, Wade, I love you guys very much and I can't wait to meet your child.
A
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