Friday, December 9, 2011

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Communal Table on Design Sponge

Saturday, November 26, 2011

monument - movement

Monument - Movement

One of my photos has been included in a group show that opens this month, running from November 29 - December 23.

There will be a reception on December 7th from 7 - 9pm.

MUSE CPMI - Center of Photography and the Moving Image
580 Eighth Avenue 7th Floor NY, NY 10018

Friday, November 25, 2011

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"She rode away on a Nightmare and she's never coming back."

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

communal table

This summer I photographed Caroline Hwang's delicious concoctions for book two of her Communal Table cookbook during a trip upstate. It features recipes from fellow New Yorkers and is available here. Above are some outtakes.

Friday, November 18, 2011

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Nicholas Roerich

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Sunday, November 6, 2011

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Friday, October 14, 2011

Sunday, October 9, 2011

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Roma - too wonderful for words... watch the scene here.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Thursday, September 29, 2011

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Still from my video showing tomorrow night at Artypes Salon, visit here to RSVP.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

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Collaboration with Mike Perry for his upcoming book with Rizzoli...

Friday, July 29, 2011

Friday, July 22, 2011

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Do you remember when we emerged from the seas, surfacing, when we were one and three - how the virgin trust split by both your voices strong with lust and obscene, saw the tore out - the very parts of me and scattered the sky for all who swear by, oh! great space strappado, oh! great laced sinsemilla, come now and cut us down...


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

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we are wild

vice magazine

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At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on especially by the children for a lark


Thursday, July 7, 2011

dossier journal

you were the bleached sun for TV afternoon...

Annabelle Tsaboukas
Styling by Julie Brooke Williams
Hair by Song Isabel Hee
Makeup by Erin Green

Saturday, May 28, 2011

eyes of lena nyman


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tiny vices

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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

E. A. Poe

Thursday, May 26, 2011

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centralia, pennsylvania

Thursday, April 28, 2011

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Friday, April 22, 2011

artypes art salon tonight

Friday, April 22, 7pm
36 South 4th St. C1

Friday, April 8, 2011

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Polaroids, Queens, NY

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Saturday, March 26, 2011


Serpent Children & Hands Like Hurrah available at OMMU

Monday, March 14, 2011

sign of the sixth beat

Francis Parrilli (whose texts I often post) has released Hands Like Hurrah, a new book in which he's created a dark and beautifully melodic text-scape. His own description of the work...

I am a child of sun, symphonious!” Do they hear the cry of your Mother Nature scream, the long sob in the outer space? A phantom plenipotentiary, a trinity lost in the landscape cascaded with the absurdity of language/religion/science – the massacre and percussion, the martyr and animals standing upright talking, séance, dancing with raised hands like hurrah, mad dancing to the sign of the sixth beat. Spooky news trajectory. Miracle play on words, the fool, pleading with, multiple personalities: a story.

If you're interested in a copy ($6), email Francis at