Citizen Brooklyn

What I do praise are the people that came out dressed up and full of energy like the woman dressed in a burka who was bringing attention to the Arab Spring.

The beer and the maypole dancers seemed to cheer him up a bit and we laughed every time the band played a song we knew so well from Oktoberfests back home. We were also highly amused at the incongruity of sitting in a makeshift biergarten looking at New Jersey.

This is how I want your lips. I want them blackstrap molasses Thick. And when I kiss you, I want to taste the six train

Where else but in New York could you have thought provoking art pieces on the main floor and the feeling of a near legal basement party hidden downstairs.

Human headed dogs, legless lamas and parakeets on skateboards, urban animal imagery of the modern day suburb…

Music is my life. And right now things are going well. But I don’t want to keep doing this forever. It’s too stressful – when the police come and tell me to leave, I immediately have to go.

My new roommate with fake boobs brought in a very real, very disgusting, very advanced bed bug infestation. She and her boyfriend were casual about it, keeping calamine stocked, scratching each other’s pink, fleshy welts, smashing the parasites when they crawled on the walls, not flinching, leaving my blood to dry under the carcasses

Brain Cave is an annual Brooklyn DIY music festival started by my friends Luis Velazquez, better known as Cara Bella, and Justin Stivers.

I was driving on the NJ Turnpike just after sunset. I started grabbing shots as I was driving. This was shot with a Contax TVS, an analog pocket camera.