before death is eternity after death is eternity

this ghost takes pictures and looks like cody. fucking creepy

originally the whole island was conceived as being a place to house captured germans. the local residents of breezy point were enslaved as workers, their houses sold to rich jerks. they were then forced to dig miles and miles of underground bunkers in preparation for the german landing, but according to leading  historians, "hitler was a big prissy pussy, and decided it was not pertinent to attack new york." Thus, the base was soon abandoned, half buried and hidden in the sands, slave residents still trapped and clawing inside as the doors were finally welded shut behind them. a dark period of american history indeed. explains why the base is haunted though?

locked inside for a thousand years, these souls suffer endlessly 

i predict most metropolitan areas wil look like this by 2020

clown says, "when all the museums are burned to the ground, the only art form left will be graffito and destruction"

see the dwarves and see the giants, which one will you choose to be? and if you can't get that together, here's the answer here's the key; you can freeze, like a 30 century man, like a 30 century man...

digital images? meh, no ones perfect

sure don't feel like brooklyn, but it is...

i love dilapidated buildings

Fort Tilden is a WWI installation buried in the sands off rockaway. pill boxes like this remain, and also bunkers (to be featured in future tellings of this tale)

there used to be hundreds of german uboats prowling these shores. today we only counted three. fucking economy...

people places and things. nouns

junkman band circa 1977.
nick "the sweet slide" storella, joe "the face" mahone, lefty "the rambler" bones, eric "the manager" lastname.

women LOVE polaroids. its like some strange sexual attractant to them not unlike dark chocolate

in soviet union, bike jumps you

the french connection

this waterfall was sweet, but i was trying to get a picture of the bigfoot at the top. (obscured by palm)

can/t stop the clock

whoa. MORE polaroids? indeed!

people jump for joy over polaroids!

i've seen evil, and this is certainly evil. yep. definitely evil.


Blinding Portraits: From Inception to the Future (and then Beyond)

The Story of blinding portraits is a lo n g and interesting one. It begins in the small town of brooklyn, new york. One day as i was trying to make what seemed like a useless but beautiful camera work, i slipped on wet tile and hit my head on the corner of the sink. When i came to, i had a vision. A vision of this. Blinding Portraits.
I ingeniously attached an old unsafe, bulbs hot enough to begin melting the bottom of the camera, movie light that was designed for 8mm filming. I flip the switch, and Voila! my subject is temporarily blinded by a light thats excruciatingly bright enough to allow me to shoot inside, or in low light conditions. Provided of course i'm near an electric outlet, cause these suckers are just too damn bright for batteries.
So now its all double, triple, even yes, quadruple exposures inside. Fuck new technology!


now you know the awful truth. ignore the rumors.

singing in the ree-an

anne steals hats. this time she got caught. sentence: 3 months hard labor in Cincinnati 

gaspar is a good sport to endure blinding portrait after blinding portrait

painted by a camera

bianca's bitchin birthday bash. and very lazy editing on the frame. i must fire my assistant

polaroids shimmer like little dreams

cody in green. one of the first fp100

dude is one suave motherfucker

double exposures rule
double exposures rule

part of the schoolhouse disappeared, and bianca thought it was the funniest thing in the world...

justin the disembodied head, and gaspar the frenchman

cody being a ghost at fort tilden. in my expert opinion, that place is haunted. we were exploring this underground lair hidden in the sand when we heard a roar of sorts behind us. or a moaning. it was suddenly very cold. some sort of sound perhaps emanating from the depths of hell itself or even from some realm beyond. we froze instantly and turned, as the tiny hairs began standing on end upon my neck, then the lights went out, then cody tried his flash, and it wouldn't work, and then there was screaming and we turned just as 

jen next to the yellow boudoir couch

classic thinking mans pose.