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Mar 12, 2017

ELVIS AND I, ARE STILL ALIVE


Hi Everyone! So I wanted to share with you the fun surprise that my gallery recently scored this exhibition of my CLOSER NY dibond prints in the Palais Livingston in Frankfurt’s banking district, in the room that is home to the Frankfurt Press Club!

Elvis made the party… reminding me that “being alive” truly is subject to public perception, as many of you have been asking what ever happened to me these past months! Just know that I’m working tirelessly on a career secret that I can’t wait to share with you, that I’m still alive, and that I’ve missed you. Click to leave a comment and let me know how you’re doing! MORE

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Dec 4, 2016

WE ALL GET A TOWEL


We all get some clean, fluffy something, to balance out the mess
To hug us in the spa-less
To minimize our shakes, post pool
To throw on a toilet overflow
To rid ourselves of manmade rain
To scream into when we can’t make sound
To take our faces off
Those put on so our mouths could make spandex of the truth

We all get a towel MORE

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Nov 19, 2016

HOW I ANGLE THE MIRROR, IS UP TO ME


I know that when we’re approaching 20, what’s considered “profound” or “groundbreaking” may only be mildly, either of those things. We have a naively stocked repertoire of comparisons to run with at that time, after all…

Take FRAME 10. This is from a contact sheet from my college b&w darkroom class.

If I were someone else, producing one of those cliché-filled feeds or coffee table books we all know so well, I might say this lone rearview mirror I snapped from my parents’ car one cold Vermont day speaks to: “The things I can’t see right before me, when I’m dwelling in the past.”

But I’m not about to say that. MORE

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Nov 19, 2016

STRENGTH IS


A still from “THE DAD BOX”. Life is a tree swing, until it becomes harder to swing… Strength is pure heart inside of compromised form, an unruly pull on limbs, and dopamine levels outside of one’s control. Strength is my Dad. #parkinsons

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Nov 19, 2016

STUFFED CONSOLATION


To the canned buffalo meat of me.
To my consumption.
To the stuffed bears and all other far cries from the real thing
That I’ve let console me.
To the rituals of reverence I have neglected.
To the native software inside me crying out for external shrouds… MORE

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Nov 12, 2016

CALLING MARS


I’m not sure if I’m from Venus or Pluto… but will you take my call anyway? Photo by Sydnie Michele & Stephen Salmieri. #acceptyourself

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Nov 12, 2016

HADES HANDS


HADES HANDS. Taking my post-it list, out for a spin. Hummus and coffee, mangoes and parsley. All agendas innocent, still live through the darker shades of day…

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Nov 7, 2016

LADY OF THE WATERFRONT


Feeling blue escape route: Find the layout of old rowboats or some mushroom on a tree, beautiful. Your mere noticing, curates your freedom. The shape of that moment, is your gift to yourself.

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Nov 5, 2016

THE THINGS I SAW, AROUND THE THINGS I DIDN’T


Why not pick your teeth of the region’s finest sardines, before hopping that plane. Before returning to our building, to our bed, and to me lying there in it… to finally tell me: You were in love with another her.

What’s a little New Yorker by the water, when you’re about to kill her. MORE

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Nov 5, 2016

EVERY LIVING PHOTO DESERVES A SKELETON


Me at Flixel’s Cinemagraph Conference at the Time Warner MediaLab this week… CLICK TO PLAY MORE

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Oct 8, 2016

HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE


Dear beloved friends… I’ve been MIA due to several waves of sickness. But I’ve made it to the other side, and I wanted to say hi! I thought, how better than with my box art still, “DATE WITH ADAM”. It’s a reminder that the “apple a day” thing might be something to consider more seriously… I guess Eve just wanted her man to be healthy, is the real story. Health be yours, and more from me soon!

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Sep 24, 2016

WE’RE NOT ON THE EARTH


WE’RE IN THE EARTH. #oneearth #onehome #makeitcount “Long Beach Feet” from my CLOSER EARTH Collection.

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Sep 24, 2016

WE HAVE AS MUCH ABUNDANCE…


…AS WE’RE WILLING TO NOTICE. Still from my “Domestic Bliss Box”.

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Sep 24, 2016

WHO ARE YOU WEARING?


Is there something wearing you? Something wearing you down, ironically, by way of your distance? Is it easier to pretend away it’s there by way of layered, colorful distraction? I know I’ve been good at that game.

Today I came across a Picasso quote. “Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.” CLICK for MORE

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Sep 24, 2016

CONTENT’S FOREVER SIAMESE TWIN: CONTEXT


My tablecloth at a children’s party.

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Sep 24, 2016

TORSO ODE


Torso, give your tributaries a reason to sing together… #colormehappy #sayitoutloud #expressyourself

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Sep 24, 2016

VOTE


More perfection from the half-baked moment of another… “Vote.”

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Sep 24, 2016

THERE ARE MANY WAYS TO ROLL


There are many ways to roll when you’re at home… This is mine. Shot by my friend, Sydnie Michele.

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Sep 24, 2016

CAR MUD


I love the rain. Because the rain makes mud. And the mud makes this. “CAR MUD” from my CLOSER AMERICA Collection.

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Sep 24, 2016

WHAT I LEARNED FROM A PAINTED CHAIR


I descended into that musty place and found colors usually attached to me, pleasantly fanned out on tables. Like I’d been swallowed up inside the kitsch and tourist-oriented design of someone who unknowingly, and possibly half-heartedly, decorated my very core into spot-on outward display. Naked in a pink chair, I became. Exposed in the saturation of it, and me. Like they knew. CLICK for MORE

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