When Emilio approached me for a KARJAKA New York design of his up coming concert at roulette with contemporaneous featuring his collaborative works with composer Michael Folmer Hansen, I immediately thought of, an evening with Emilio Guarino considering I already had...
It’s the crack of Dawn in Brooklyn. Admittedly, I don’t know Brooklyn all that well. I’ve been a queens guy for the last decade and change, so when Tavia brought me on to photograph one of her illustrious clients, RIO Olympics 2016 Mexican Pentathlete star Ismael...
Musicians, like all art discipline practitioners, are a special breed. Doesn’t matter where in the world you are, what culture you come from, what color of skin you have, when You last Played your instrument, even if decades ago, you’ve got instant connection, instant...
It’s Autumn in New York, and I couldn’t be happier. Not just because it’s pumpkin everything and the soon to be colorful foliage, but because the East Coast has some of the best lighting this time of year. I had an unconventional childhood. Other kids were playing...
One minute you're using a semi controlled heat gun to melt popsicles, and the next moment they're melting too fast and you've got a mess on your hands and floor, with only a few spares to recapture. Sweaty? Melty? Runny? There's only a few seconds between those states...
“People who say it cannot be done should not interrupt those are doing it.” said the late playwright George Bernard Shaw. Putting in the time to accomplish end goals is often just a matter putting in the work on a gradual basis where we get better at the task at hand....
I have a diner theory that apparently isn’t a new revelation for some of you. However for those who don’t know it or my take on it... the diner is the cosmic leveler of life. It doesn't matter who you are, or what diner you are at, there's always the gruff waitress...
I was 13 when I got a second hole pierced in my ears. It had been a pretty typical day of school, followed by a trip to the Monmouth Mall with my first boyfriend Zach, accompanied by his younger sister Peri and chaperoned by his mom Stacey. We ran rampant through...
I can relate to the dog who's on a leash outside the coffee shop, as its master is inside exploring all that can be had via Italian dark roasts. The waiting. The anticipation. The Anxiety. Will my master return, or in my case, will the moment present itself for that...
The Good Humor bar had been consumed. Popsicle stick in hand. Conversation in progress, and a young photographer sat next to Casey and me. We had just come out of guest critiquing final presentations at Parsons School of Design and took a beat to observe the area....
