September 23, 2014
Studio, Kensington, Philadelphia, PA

Studio, Kensington, Philadelphia, PA

September 22, 2014
Pennsauken, NJ

Pennsauken, NJ

September 21, 2014
Anne (Lazy Saturday), Kensington, Philadelphia, PA

Anne (Lazy Saturday), Kensington, Philadelphia, PA

September 20, 2014
HIV Antiretrovirals, Kensington, Philadelphia, PA
I’ve made a dozen good (good?) images from going into dangerous situations so, I don’t really know why I felt the need to keep making them. I’ve been doing it for a little while now and, looking back, I think it was the rush that made it so enjoyable, not the end result of a powerful (powerful?) photo. Ultimately, they’re easy photos to make, right? Intense moments/people make for intense (intense?) photos. There’s no depth to it. I suppose I’ve been trying to find my personal “line” as an artist. What situation was too much? What place was too terrifying? What made me too uncomfortable? Well, I found that line. And that line existed in a crap neighborhood with a reckless idiot and a bag of used heroin needles. And it wasn’t a place or a situation or a discomfort that crossed my line, it was a needlestick in the hand followed by an undetermined outcome. Now, that search for my line has now affected my wife. And thats the thing that makes me saddest of all.

HIV Antiretrovirals, Kensington, Philadelphia, PA

I’ve made a dozen good (good?) images from going into dangerous situations so, I don’t really know why I felt the need to keep making them. I’ve been doing it for a little while now and, looking back, I think it was the rush that made it so enjoyable, not the end result of a powerful (powerful?) photo. Ultimately, they’re easy photos to make, right? Intense moments/people make for intense (intense?) photos. There’s no depth to it. I suppose I’ve been trying to find my personal “line” as an artist. What situation was too much? What place was too terrifying? What made me too uncomfortable? Well, I found that line. And that line existed in a crap neighborhood with a reckless idiot and a bag of used heroin needles. And it wasn’t a place or a situation or a discomfort that crossed my line, it was a needlestick in the hand followed by an undetermined outcome. Now, that search for my line has now affected my wife. And thats the thing that makes me saddest of all.

September 19, 2014
Junkie Camp Entrance, E. Hagert Street, Philadelphia, PA

Junkie Camp Entrance, E. Hagert Street, Philadelphia, PA

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