Ruffled Pages

The only time a printed phone book serves any purpose these days, is when it’s laying on the sidewalk, weathered, twisted and beautiful in an abstract, texturey way.  That’s what I think at least. Remember this one? How about this beauty?

From Meserole Street, Greenpoint.

Half Horse

Some surreal imagery of a horse in the floor at the Ringling Museum in Sarasota, Florida.

McGolrick Bread Park, Part 4 (The End)

The insanity that is processed food offerings to the wildlife of McGolrick Park continues non-stop in all sorts of disturbing ways and I could continue this recurring post forever or at least until I find the strange late night feeders who continue this practice and put them out of there misery.

But this will be my final post on this subject.

Mmmmmm.. moldy bread.

If you missed the last three McGolrick Bread Park posts, check ‘em out here, yo: 1 2 3

Fire Walk With Me

This guy on Manhattan Avenue was walking hard and heavy and moaning a lot. So, I took his picture and he whipped around and looked at me, about to say something and then he began to cough uncontrollably, which was my cue to disappear.

Stay weird, Greenpoint.

Self Portrait

Functional, dysfunctional, perhaps it’s just an exhaust coming out of a wall, but this picture makes me happier than most I’ve taken in 2012 so far.

From Russell Street, Greenpoint.

Boy In The Hood

I spotted another Dan Witz piece this week in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

I was so delighted, not just for its creepy, yet subtle imagery because I had to really stop and stare at the person’s eye to make sure it wasn’t in fact me under that white hood.

I have the honorable right to call myself a Dan Witz model for this similar series of public art works.  Here’s my post about being on the other side of the camera and here’s me on display in Brooklyn.  I won’t provide the location of this piece to hopefully enhance its longevity on our fine sidewalks.

Accidental Gehry

I know that photographing the reflections in office buildings is nothing new, but I still enjoy it quite a bit.

I love the way things get abstracted on its mirrored surface.  I couldn’t help to notice that the ordinarily right-angled building reflected on the left kind of resembles Frank Gehry‘s 8 Spruce Street‘s residential tower.

I wonder if his appreciation of all things abstract are also taken directly from the mundane architectural reality of building clusters like in these midtown Manhattan pictures.

Does anyone else stop to look at these psychedelic distortions? Well, it’s about fucking time, right?

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Remember my not exactly original Accidental Rothko posts? 1  2  3 

 

Bruised And Bloodied

Those make-up stands in drug stores where you can test out the color of a lipstick always end up like some twisted, battered death face.

From the Rite-Aid on Manhattan Avenue, Brooklyn.

Random Comps

From Long Island City, Queens.

 

McGolrick Bread Park

Every morning before 6am there are random offerings of varieties of bread products that have been thrown, dumped and spread throughout McGolrick Park for the (improbable) benefit to the bird, rat and squirrel population that have been known to be morbidly obese.  I’m in the park walking my dog.

These pictures hopefully take on a spatially abstract life beyond the documentation of littered bread.