On a recent trip to New York, I went to dinner at an adorable restaurant in Tribeca called Tiny’s. Everything from the space, decor and food- I recommend the kale salad and meatballs for starters- was cozy, charming and unique. However, my favorite part was the branding and stationary of the restaurant. I happily took a postcard, pen and matches so I could study them later, and i’m glad I did since now I can share them with you! Also, the menus were attached to individual wooden boards that were carved with the design on the back of them. Maybe they were laser cut? I wanted to steal one and hang it in my apartment! I love the use of pink mixed with greys and blacks as well.
Try and get a seat in the back by the fireplace if you go in the winter. More of the adorable illustrations on the back of the matchbook.
This is the first September 11th that I’m not living in New York. It’s pretty hard to believe it’s been almost ten years since that day. It was the beginning of my sophomore year at SVA and I was living in the dorms right on 23rd st and Lexington Ave. After waking up oddly early for my noon class a little after 9am, turned on NY1 like I did everyday, saw what was happening and stuck my head out my window to look downtown. Sure enough what I saw on the screen was right before my eyes a few miles downtown. Moments later Jenna came to my door and we spent the next hour glued to the tv in her room and going up to the roof to get a better view. After the first one fell, we were all pretty much in shock since it had never occurred to us that that would be the outcome. I remember wondering how they were going to repair them, but never that they were going to fall. The rest of the day everyone in the city walked around like zombies, and school was canceled the rest of the week.
A few snapshots taken during trips in high school-
The following images are some I took the days and the weeks following with my 35mm Minolta and 400 tri-x film (being a photo student I was deep into my black and white film phase). There’s also a few random color ones mixed in. The armory was a block away from our dorm room and became sort of a home-base for family and friends to go and wait to hear some news about their loved ones. Army tanks lined Lexington for weeks. Right afterward you couldn’t go all the way downtown. They had it blocked off from Canal street I think for about a week, and then every few days they’d open up a few more streets little by little. It was so strange how there were no cars anywhere and I just remember the sound of people’s feet walking towards downtown, trying to get some answers and see for themselves (us included), what had happened. There were makeshift memorials set up everywhere, especially at Union Square and Washington Square. People just didn’t want to be alone, stuck inside their apts.
I remember struggling a lot with how much I should have been documenting what was happening. I still think about it sometimes, if I shot too little, but I didn’t want to be exploitative. People everywhere were really hurting and I was lucky enough to not be personally effected by it. Sticking a camera in someone’s face who may have just lost someone was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. Also, sometimes you don’t need to take a million photos, just going through the experience is enough to remember it by.
I know it’s a sad and depressing thing to think about, and not to be dramatic or corny, but we really should always try and remember what happened that day and to not forget it. And not just because it’s the anniversary.
One of my last nights of work, my coworkers had a little going away party for me at a bar. After leaving, I had to walk across town and became nostalgic as I kept getting closer to the ESB. Even thought I’ve seen it a million times, knowing I wouldn’t be able to be gaze at it whenever I wanted made me a little sad. I couldn’t help but take a few photos, and it was also a beautiful night out so that didn’t hurt.
I can’t possibly sum up my feelings about leaving New York in one post with one photo, but this will have to do for now. As most of you know the time has finally come and we are moving to Chicago. It’s very bittersweet to say the least, but I just wanted to say I’ve met some amazing people that I will truly miss seeing on a daily, weekly and monthly basis. A few weeks ago I asked my wise friend Chau Vu what the hardest part was about moving away, he said “saying goodbye” . . . I couldn’t agree with him more. Thank god for the internet, and everyone please do your best to stay in touch, and I promise to do the same.
I’m going through and organizing all my hard drives today and found this photo I shot of the Verrazano bridge a few years back. I’m pretty sure I took it with my iphone while on an early morning run. I love the colors and that it almost has a tilt-shift look to it.
We also used the bridge for a backdrop for our engagement photos. Ahhh memories . . .
I was shooting an event last night in Chelsea and was trying to hail a cab when I saw this up ahead. At first I thought it was the Highline (which is on my list of places to go right now), but after a closer look I realized it was one of those walkways that connect buildings.
I entered the art buying community recently when I made my first official purchase of a wonderful painting from Clover’s Fine Art Gallery by the artist Alexis Trice. The show just ended and I was finally able to bring it home and have already made a place for it on my wall. Coincidentally, Alexis graduated from SVA the same year as I did. I was originally there to visit and take portraits of one of my oldest friends Charlotte who works as a curator at the gallery.
Please check out her website, and also her adorable pet portrait site, Welcome to the Doghouse. Thanks Alexis! I promise to take good care of it and cherish it forever.
Charlotte Mouquin, who was literally my very first New York friend, is the curator at a beautiful gallery in Brooklyn called Clover’s Fine Art Gallery. I stopped by recently one evening with my friend Liana to say hi and was pleasantly surprised to see there was also some live music happening (which is a frequent thing). It’s a great space that also has a cafe in front which is something I love. Being able to have a drink and a small bite to eat while checking out some new art, how easy is that!
Clover’s Fine Art Gallery is located at 338 Atlantic Ave, Brooklyn, NY. See more pics HERE.
I was walking dogs in Soho this evening and saw this bizarre scene on Crosby Street. I made a mental note to go back afterward with my camera, and shot it using only existing light on ISO 6400. I’m thinking it’s leftover holiday decorations from Bloomingdale’s or something, what do you think?
Update: A reader pointed out that the trash is from the clothing store TOPSHOP that is located around the corner on Broadway, and is apparently making a lot of the neighbors angry because they don’t take care of their crap properly. Regardless, I was trying to capture the surrealness of it all.