I think about why I started uploading photos to Flickr and wondering who would see them and how they would respond to them. As more and more people began to comment on them I have come to realize that the work is taking on a whole life on its own. People who I thought I would never see again are hearing about it by word of mouth. Through them I am finding out the fate of people from the block. The news makes me happy but in some cases the endings are tragic and leaves me with a lingering sadness.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Planet Rock Video slide show
Folks have been asking me about the music we may have been listening to during that time. This was one of them and in actuality this is was what I hear in my head when I scan in some of the Hip Hop stuff.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Reflections in Blue
Another morning covering illegal Hispanic Day Laborers. I don't know how many mornings I have spent doing these stories. A town doesn't want them all congregating in one place but they really don't want them to leave either. In smaller towns they support local businesses with their patronage and are the main source of revenue. Yet you have a small, loud and vocal grouping who want to drive them out of their towns by any means necessary. Outside in the dawn, the workers gather on the street, in the hopes of seeking as little as one days work. As I leave, there are over 30 men within sight. Given the size of the community, I don't think they all will find work. ( Ricky Flores )
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Adeleine, where are you?
Been thinking about you all day today. You were a child of the system that somehow was able to keep a shy quirky smile and a spirit that wasn't crushed until that night that you called me. I remember your wild and uncontrollable hair that still made you all the more beautiful and a personality that was warm and generous with what little you had. You were in such pain that night you called, but you wouldn't tell me where you were. I never heard from you again. I spent days looking for you after that night and years wondering what happen to you. You are a regret that I still carry with me everyday, always wondering what I can have done or said to pull you closer to me when you needed me the most. I miss you.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
Yolanda n1
Another Nahu redux of one of my images. I love the fact that these people who were a part of my youth continue to live on in the eyes of others across a whole continent. Simply amazing how small the world has become in the age of the internet. Smaller and warmer and just a little more kinder. Truly, the world is in the hands of the generations growing up in this age.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
190x160
When a queen becomes a goddess....
Izolag and Ananda are a tag team, both from Brazil, they rock the Favelas with their murals as well as create fantastic canvases. An amazing pair, and incredible artists.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
#BOMBOX
By, Izolag. The power of the internet and the immortalization of of a good friend by one of the world's foremost muralists. It left me speechless today.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Microtek SUCKS
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"Microtek's repair facility closed in December 2004 and to accommodate many of our out of warranty customers Microtek authorized Customer Service to offer replacement units at a reduced price."
Maisah
New Micro, Inc.
d.b.a. Microtek Customer Service
10900 E 183rd St., Suite 290
Cerritos, CA 90703
Customer Service: 310-687-5940
Web Support: www.support.microtek.com
You would think that was a good deal. Not. You would still have to fork over $500.00 to get an equivalent model. Mind you that this product only produced less then 2000 scans and a quick look around the web seems to substantiate this for some other of their products.
My advice; stay the hell away from them. Buy their products at your own peril.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
When he comes knocking
Friday, May 16, 2008
Alex
Alex was a former gang member with the Savage Skulls which was at its biggest in the 70's and 80's. As time wore on he grew disillusioned with the Outlaw life and turned to religion as a way to deal with the pain and demons of his earlier life. His transformation was driven by the birth of his first son and his need to build a family. One of his brothers that I know of, Lil Man, was killed during the gang years and this greatly impacted Alex's life. We would spend hours talking about life and god as I hung out with Alex as he did security for the buildings that were getting rehabilitated on our block. At that time the Savage Skulls was transforming as well under the leadership of Commanche and they started doing security work in protecting the buildings that were being built or renovated.
The last time I saw Alex, he had a new wife and seem to be happy and at peace with himself.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
The Guys on the Block
Strange what emotions crop up when you look at old photos. Nostalgia, a remembered smile and sadness.
Monday, April 21, 2008
The Blue Chair
A young woman was murder on Saturday. She is survived by her parents and brother. A equestrian by passion and a budding and gifted photographer who also loved the City of New Orleans. Her room is decorated with all of the ribbons that she has won over the years. On the floor, in neat little stacks, are framed photographs of various things that fascinated her visually. Around the room are photos of her competing. Graceful and elegant she appears in the photos on her horse as she jumps over the hurdles.
Like all these scenes that I have seen in the past I always wonder, why?
The murderer took his own life afterwards. Cold comfort and in the end none at all for her family and friends. She is gone.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Reflections in Blue
Sometimes the stress of the job becomes overwhelming. I find myself at some scene where some senseless violence has taken place, a situation that has played out repeatedly for me over the years. I try to have a cynical air about the experience, but in reality it affects me just as much as the first time that I witness it.
So in reaction to that I have been attempting to take images of what is in some way the opposite of the situation that I'm in, sometimes within the very day. In other ways to acknowledge a particular experience directly. Not to the negate the violence that I have witness but to acknowledge it in some sort of creative way to help channel some of the emotions that have affected me.
Reflections in Blue is a series of photos that document that inner chaos.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Train to Orchard Beach
I have been uploading all of my images as fast as I can scan them onto Flickr. I hope to concentrate mostly on the images from the South Bronx during the 1980's then expand out to my other body of work as time progresses. I would appreciate any comments or information on the series which can be posted either here or on flickr.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Yonkers Puerto Rican Day Parade
I have been uploading my South Bronx photos on to Flickr.com. If you are interested in any of the photos, please drop me a line.
Thanks