Bad asses, Baltimore.
Andy Warhol’s Sunsets.
[images from here]
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.
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 DÃ¸Â waiting for a cab on the corner of W Houston and Broadway.
I visited my friend’s office and we had lunch on the terrace looking at this view. I’d never seen New York like this before. Never seen these colours, the cityÂ flushed, blushing. This is how I imagine the insides of a living person, chest cracked open so you can see everything jammed in, working on top of each other and next to each other, together.
This city is in my lungs, on my mind, under my skin.
I slept on the train back from Beacon, restlessly against the window as we shuddered past the Hudson and Yonkers, where Yankees fans were holed up in car parks, sitting in circles on chairs they’d brought from home, drinking before the game.
At Grand Central, Anna and Joy wanted oysters so Dan and I wandered around the Oyster Bar while they ate. The light made everything look like it was from another time.
We took the train to Beacon to visit Dia, one of the most amazing art galleries I’ve ever been to.
John was so nervous on his first shift that he didn’t pick up a single passenger. Ben’s been a cabbie for 33 years, Gerry for 51. Femi wants his passengers to trust him. Barry looks at the Bible on his dashboard to help keep him calm in bad traffic.
I’m so proud to introduce my latest project.
Thanks so much toÂ HailoÂ and all the cab drivers who took the time to talk to me.
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The picture of the queen at the top of this blog was drawn for me by Irana Douer.
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