I tried to see past the signs and star-spangled denim, and found a group of humble folks who were just plain mad. Mad, and tired of a government they feel ignores them to such a degree that some of those same people decide to dress as revolutionaries…

Lauren Greenfield traveled to a few cities’ fashion weeks and documented the whole she-bang. My first thought was…is that it?

Two things to keep in mind while shooting golf. First, a 400mm lens is a must. And, second, to make ‘the’ photo of the day you have to use a wide angle lens.

In case you haven’t heard, its snowing hardcore all over the east coast. Unfortunately, it’s Fashion Week so I can’t call off work and go sledding in Central Park. Here are a few shots I grabbed on a very cold walk to lunch.

And look Dave, more underpaid writing opportunities!

I wanted to survive on freelancing, even if it meant only eating rice and hot sauce and creating a permanent ass imprint on my couch.

That’s when I became a sweatshop worker.

To give you an idea of this particular street’s character, while wandering around, a man in a truck pulled over to ask me if I was taking photos of prostitutes.

This is not how I imagined my first appearance in the New York Times. I imagined a well lit subject, doing something immensely interesting, in a large photo above the fold on page one. Never did I imagine getting caught in the dragnet for a piece on Micheal Musto. Granted, I was acknowledged in this article, but not by name.
For the record, my butt looks lumpy due to my phone in my pocket. I have since learned my lesson and do not plan to store my phone there ever again. …

When I think of Jackie’s work I think of the big city, New York, and I imagine her running around with a cabal of 20-somethings from Brooklyn, writing blogs and making videos. The strongest images from January that she sent me to review were personal ones (except for the bearded fellow from Serena’s story Steeping the People), taken while on a road trip in California.

Will and I decided at the end of the month to send one another a selection of photos, with the photographer on the receiving end pulling 5 or so of their favorite images. Shooting on opposites coast with different styles and agenda, I’m hoping we can perhaps document a national zeitgeist between the two of us. I also hope this inspires me to get out with my camera (even if I can’t feel my fingers) since I just realized that the latest round for the Emerging Photographer Grant is upon …