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Dressed as the buildings they designed at the 1931 Beaux-Arts costume ball.

(From left to right: A Stewart Walker as the Fuller Building, Leonard Schultze as the Waldorf-Astoria, Ely Jacques Kahn as the Squibb Building, William Van Alen as the Chrysler, Ralph walker as 1 Wall Street, D.E.Ward as the Metropolitan Tower and Joseph H. Freelander as the Museum of New York.)

No biggie.

[via archive digger]

Bad asses, Baltimore.

Changing, The Met.

Andy Warhol’s Sunsets.

[images from here]


Bruce Lee and Babe Ruth, Red Hook, Brooklyn.

Just Albert Einstein

Wearing fuzzy slippers. Nooo biggie.

[via Retronaut and the Historical Society of Princeton]

I was meant to be shooting portraits on the streets of New York but I felt uninspired and it was hot so I went to the Met and stayed until closing.

Sometimes it feels as though things are arranged in patterns, that everything and everyone is following an unwritten line.

The end, Bushwick. The end, Beacon.

The conservatory in Baltimore is the second oldest in the country. It was opened in 1879. There used to be six of them across the city. Now there’s only this. These gardens. These people left to hold things up.

Just Andy Warhol

On the Love Boat in 1985. No biggie/big WTF.

[via Super Rad Now]

I stayed with my friends in Baltimore. Meredith makes the best coffee and has a PhD and tests human brains and sings and dances like you wouldn’t believe. Christian makes the best jokes and cooks soft shell crab just like that. He is going to be a world famous bush poet. They play in a band together and have an excellent cat.

Just Andy Warhol

Painting a picture of Debbie Harry on an Amiga. No biggie.

These are some LCA shots from Coney Island from the first weekend of June. I picked them up yesterday, along with 14 rolls of film from the last three weeks.

If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll have seen that I’ve just been away again. For eight days in North Carolina where I worked on an incredible shoot, then to Baltimore and New York again to visit my best friends. Now I’m back in London, jet lagged and working 13 hours a day because it’s the only way I know how to make it happen all over again.

Olivia from The Dø waiting for a cab on the corner of W Houston and Broadway.

The Calanques, Marseille.

We lay on the beach in Villefranche-sur-Mer until after 7. It was still light when we dried ourselves and dusted the sand from our legs.

Menton is almost in Italy. I’d seen a photo of it years ago and wanted to go there so I went there. Some low, grey clouds crept down from the mountains, big white rocks like broad, beaten chests that towered over a town that was nothing like I expected.