I Write Your Name

    “I write your name in thick blue ink on stones I throw just to watch them sink.” ~Jim Carroll. One day, a very long time ago, I wasn’t even in my twenties yet, I saw Jim Carroll walking through Tompkin’s Square Park in the East Village. Years later, I’d live around the corner…

Tragedy

Recently, I walked through a grocery store with my friend Drew, in a town I had never been in and where he was the only person I knew. I had just met with him from a solo drive lush with nature. I had also just parted ways with a brand new friend who wears his pain like a garment that he is told he can never take off.

My First X-Mas As A Woman

I used to DJ all of The Vandals Holiday shows at The House of Blues On The Sunset Strip. Like many punk rock bands of past and present, they were on the forefront of addressing social issues years before the mainstream thought it was hip. In their song “My first X-Mas as a woman”, they…

When I Get Old

What will it be like when I get old? Cocksparrer posed that question to me when I was 16, and the Descendents asked the same of me at 18. (click this link, you’ll be happy!) DESCENDENTS!!!! When I discovered The Descendents at 14, anything over 30 seemed ancient to me, and it also seemed like a place…

Back From The Dead

Back from the dead. Great song by a great band. The Adverts.  It’s on the 1978 RCA Records 45″ release with Television’s Over on the flipside. Yes, I own it. Yes, I’m smug about it. They were a greatly understated British punk band, not so much in regard to the impact they had or their unmistakable…

Science Fiction Double Feature

I set my alarm for 2am this morning and begrudgingly rolled out of bed about thirty minutes later.  I’d prepared most of what I needed the night before.  Packing warm clothes isn’t a well-tuned skill of mine,  but so far so good. I’m in New York State.  Nyack, to be exact.   Tomorrow,  I’ll be…

Beggars Banquet

I’ve been ruminating on this entry for about a week now, unsure of how to present it without losing integrity or sounding like someone I want to hit the mute button on.  Speaking of buttons,   I have a close friend who’s deeply involved in the street skating industry.  He once told me that he…

Voice Of A Generation

Portraiture is one of my favorite formats to shoot.  It’s what I’m most visually drawn to in the works of other artists as well.  It instigates memories.  It forbids you to turn away.  By an indeterminate authority, you acquiesce to an association with the subject.  These three portraits are from a world I know well….

The Blank Generation

The above isn’t what I would call a banner reflection of my early twenties.  I still had years of east coast winters and a lot of using ahead of me.  I wouldn’t quit smoking cigs for nearly another 15, and to be honest, when I recently found this photo it brought tears to my eyes….

Banned In DC

…And pretty much everywhere else.  Been slow to write the second post, but as per usual, discontent is a great motivator. I woke up at 6am this morning excited to post on the @stiv_photo page.  I’d caught a great pool reflection in the window of the abandoned house that’s given a fair lot of us purchase…