Stray cats, broken shopfronts, the beauty of decay, unexpected color in a crumbling land of gray... the still and lonesome corners of a broken world.
This book has ended up rather Brooklyn-centric; most of the pictures were taken during the walks I'd take from Kings County Hospital, through Crown Heights, to my apartment in Bedford Stuyvesant. However, I did not entirely neglect all other areas of Brooklyn, and even Manhattan and Queens make some minor appearances.
I've chosen to only use photographs taken with my old, outdated, 5 megapixel brick of a camera that I once took with me everywhere. Because it's not about what you've got, but how you use it that matters.
I take photographs often, draw sometimes, and have odd spurts of manic painting sprees somewhat infrequently.