/ 48-bit glass, artist rendering

inspired by a piece of glass i took from a smashed bank window seen last night near e houston

/ saw the tree of life last night with a cool dude in mnhtn

/ porsche tapiro, 1970

if i ever own a car again in my life, i hope it's this one.

those side doors that open up are completely badass.

god this is a good song

also, i will start posting more x

'as adam early in the morning,

walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep,

behold me where i pass, hear my voice, approach,

touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as i pass,

be not afraid of my body.'

/ as adam early in the morning, by walt whitman from 'leaves of grass'

/ for the love of the sacred, my sister lauren june 2010 webster ny

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. Or rather, he passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. / 'because i could not stop for death' by emily dickinson

/ my beautiful mother, 18 february 2011 brooklyn ny

/ my beautiful godchild & cousin jamie, summer 2009

so happy its spring/summer

/ from iconoclast, 2008-present

had my camera with me this weekend as i walked around new york, got some new work for this section coming soon!

'we’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.'

/orson welles, 1915-1985 american director, actor and screenwriter

/ part of an ongoing series on chinatown i'm working on, april 2011

'The whole history of science has been the gradual realization that events do not happen in an arbitrary manner, but that they reflect a certain underlying order, which may or may not be divinely inspired.'

/ stephen hawking, british theoretical physicist, from chapter 8 of 'a brief history of time' 1988