Citizen Brooklyn

… the designer elaborated, “there are two brothers that weave the fabric”. The brothers’ entire lineage has been weavers for hundreds of years.

The skate clatters towards the bottom of the driveway – delta between home and road – trembling all the while like a dead leaf.

watching my curtains rise and fall
my breath pushes in from outside
after I have drawn them against your heat

My homemade meatball sauce was the closest thing to a restaurant, and much better at creating a community than Facebook.

It seemed almost like a secret lost ghost world lingering in a busy modern metropolis.

Dingos, Tigers, and Sharks… Oh M(e)y(e)!

“How can you read the sky, listen to the wind and the spirits. The more I age the more I get worried. All these wounds are too large to stitch.”

I was in Istanbul on a business trip and I spotted a woman sitting two tables across from me while I was having breakfast at the House Cafe.
She had a striking face with Asian shaped eyes focused on her iPad. I wanted to take a snapshot of her, but it was impossible without being noticed. I hid my camera behind the San Pellegrino bottle in front of me and, as I was trying to get a reasonably clear image through the green glass, she got up and walked away. I pulled the trigger… and this is the result. Mysterious enough? Shot with the Fuji X10.