I’ve been dreaming of Mexico City since an admirer in college tried to impress me with a story about an drug-fueled drive through the night to go to one party there. I was fascinated with the dedication to get to the scene, if not the participant.

I don’t know about you guys, but all these protests are awfully exciting. The Libyan photos were actually feeling especially romantic, which was pretty alarming until I realized that they were reminding me of some of my favorite photojournalism from the Spanish Civil War.

Fashion Week recollections and musings.

I had about 12 hours from interviewing Evan Gregory from the group to having to send the piece into my editor. A bit nerve-wracking since I haven’t written anything since July but it went exceptional well.

Some photos that didn’t end up running in the Village Voice that deserve some love and attention anyway.

The first snowfall of the season brought me to the beach. Seriously.

The first time shooting for the New York Observer found me at a dark bar at 11pm on a Monday night after teaching a photo class. Did I mention I biked there in the snow?

Jackie’s class work from her ICP class “Visual Thinking for Magazines.”

Flickr posted in their blog a “success story” of a member licensing his photo to Getty, whom have their fingers in every photo kool-aid around, and having it sell. Not only did it sell, but it was for an ADVERTISEMENT, which is the bread and sweet, sweet butter of all sorts of photographers.

The first installment of my renting spree involves a ring light and hiking with it in Ithaca.