So, that’s how you get into a studio— where your neighbor on your right mugs your neighbor on your left, and no one cares
I buy records to listen to at my pad on hot summer days with fans blowing in all directions, smoking cigarettes with Turkish coffee, in some idyllic vision…
The view from the Manhattan Bridge is amazing, but nothing compared to the Brooklyn Bridge. It is a form therapy to see the scenery of this beautiful city.
His cartoon-like style belies a sharply provocative and controversial view of the world around him. And that world was the Manhattan of the early 1980’s.
Two friends, illegal rainbows, George C. Scott chewing gum tough guy style, and becoming your own gay icon.
Appreciating the residential streets of deeper Brooklyn as one only can when the trees are green and reggae boom bangs from stoop BBQs.
There was a time I spent every lost night there, on a stool with a straw in my mouth or on the patio with a cigarette hanging from my lips…
I was intrigued by her analysis of how music was used by colonial power to usurp the identity and culture of the colonized, or rather the attempt to do so.
We were in Mumbai, India shooting for Vanity Fair. We were in unbearable heat all day and decided to visit the beach for some fresh air. The Festival of Lights (Diwali) was in full swing and thousands of people were walking the sand.
