Stonie and Adam being them groovy selves at their shop "Bad Seeds". The shop features vintage gems, a curated collection of instruments and also operates as a barber joint. Visit them while you're jamming out at the Glove. 

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    For the few years that I worked in lower manhattan, I used to take the train to Essex/Delancey stop and walk down Orchard, cut across Houston, and over  to East Village 7th street.  I knew that I could always transfer to the F train and reduce my walking distance in half, but I used the time to take in my surroundings, window shop, observe the old-school neighborhood families and try to understand the city before the nightlife sets in. I mostly saw or was drawn in by older people, some of whom became my friends and others who didn't even know that I took their photo. Taken over the course of 3 years, these aren't necessarily a very focused group, but nevertheless they deserve their own little story, so I thought I would share. 

 Bowery, 2014

Bowery, 2014

 Jim making me an egg cream soda at Ray's on 6th and Avenue A. 

Jim making me an egg cream soda at Ray's on 6th and Avenue A. 

 Tony and Al on Orchard Street before lunch. 

Tony and Al on Orchard Street before lunch. 

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 I forget this man's name, but I took this photo in Tompkin's square park while we were both wearing Greek fisherman caps.

I forget this man's name, but I took this photo in Tompkin's square park while we were both wearing Greek fisherman caps.

     My family resided on the second floor of this pre-war apartment building from 1927-2000. My great grandmother Nina moved here from the center of Moscow after marrying my great grandfather Volodya. The four generation of women, my grandmother, mother, aunt, and myself grew up climbing the same trees, knowing our neighbors, and playing in the street, with no rules except to be home once it gets dark. I can still remember the phone number to our house 963.28.89 and the red rotary phone we had sitting in the corridor next to the giant wooden mirror. Every time I visit Russia I go back to our red brick house, to document it before it gets torn down. I have asked my grandmother to visit it with me, but she says she wants to remember it when it was alive, and not bolted up with death, the way it is now. 

 From left: Kitchen window, bathroom window, our neighbor/friend's balcony that was taken down because of the high amount of break ins. 

From left: Kitchen window, bathroom window, our neighbor/friend's balcony that was taken down because of the high amount of break ins. 

 Preobrazhenskaya church where I was baptized after the fall of the Berlin Wall. 

Preobrazhenskaya church where I was baptized after the fall of the Berlin Wall. 

 The railroad behind our house where we would sled down the snowbanks in the wintertime.

The railroad behind our house where we would sled down the snowbanks in the wintertime.

Berlin days, 2016.

06/19/2016 "Writing at someone else's desk in a predominantly Turkish neighborhood, Neukolln in Berlin. It is nearly 1:30 p.m. and my third day here, yet the first opportunity  I have had alone to digest and jot down a few thoughts. This city is very vivid and free, not at all bound by any rules,constrictions or expectations. The sort of air that tells you "Whatever happens, happens!". And that's how it's been.  Colette sent me directions to our flat which were very simple: From the Tegel airport follow TXL shuttle to Ringbahn 41. On the shuttle bus a bearded fella dressed in a Dutch maid wig,  clogs, and an apron held onto the rails, his comic appearance felt refreshing after having spent a week in bleak and gray Moscow.  Colette met me outside of Karl Marx Strasse, which felt very strange having grown up in a place that still tries to uphold the communist ideologies. After having travelled multiple time zones we were once again reunited and ready for our next adventure in this unbound city". 

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Colette

 Coffee break at a neat little coffee shop and cafe called Home. 

Coffee break at a neat little coffee shop and cafe called Home. 

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 Templehof

Templehof

A little behind the scenes from Skyler's shoot of our friends Bobby Lucy and Chris Wells at their artist residency home in Woodstock, NY.  In 2007 Wells and Lucy started Secret City, an on-going performance gathering for people who believe in the arts. As Wells writes : "Some people think of us as a church. If we are a church, what we are worshipping is art, and the spirit that connects us is the creative spirit". 

 From Left: Bobby Lucy and Chris Wells

From Left: Bobby Lucy and Chris Wells

 Post-shoot picnic in the woods

Post-shoot picnic in the woods

 Skyler and the goat    

Skyler and the goat 

 

     Skyler and I drove out to Dead Horse Bay, a place I have been meaning to visit for many years. The beach got its name originally in the 19th century. As New York Times writes: "Dead Horse Bay sits at the wester edge of marshland, once dotted by more than two dozen horse-rendering plants, fish-oil factories and garbage incinerators. From the 1850s until the 1930s, the carcasses of dead horses and other animals from New York City streets were used to manufacture glue, fertilizer, and other products at the site. The chopped up, boiled bones were later dumped into the water. The squalid bay, then accessible only by boat was reviled for the putrid fumes that hung overhead".While you can still find some horse bones, most of the shore is littered with old glass bottles, metal, and some other lost garbage treasures. Unfortunately, the whole path was tick-ridden, and we left shortly after reaching the water. We did however encounter two protesters boycotting the circus.