I Shoot ROCK STARS.

No matter the size, shape, color or poise. They can sweat, bleed, tumble and vomit all over their drunken fan base for all I care, just as long as they feed my lens with the filthy delirium of the underground.


Respect the scene, respect the sound(s).

POWER POINT(S) PERTAINING TO A FLESH PARADE.

THE HUBRIS OF EXCESSIVE MACHISMO, UP FOR DISSECTION IN A PRIME TIME ENVIRON.

'MERICAN!

EDEN TO ARTIFACTS

Just a scant distance from the highway there is a place where wrought iron confections and stuffed, inanimate citizens hold court in a reality all their own.


They allowed me a few candid shots before their need for privacy took precedence.

ODE TO A MELVIN

This man fronts what is arguably one of the more influential musical collectives around. The Melvins have been beating the ugly stick across the face of sonic conventions for well over twenty years and countless fine records..........here I proffer a pair of images generated during a two-gig+book signing extravaganza that transpired in lovely downtown Minneapolis, MN.

N'AWLINS DOIN' WORK

Because places got to be got to, and the peeps...they needs to be seen.



Ya Heard Me?

STREETS OF NEW ORLEANS......PART ONE

The City

The Sights

The Sounds

The People

The Places

The Smells

The Seduction

The Addiction Of A Would Be Photographer At Large In What Often Comes Dangerously Close To Paradise.

SINISTER...

...and looking to take advantage.

Them tourists have no idea how very close to the unspeakable they often come in these parts.

AND ICONS....

...are all around you....waiting to be deciphered.

THERE'S A LESSON TO BE LEARNED FROM DEMENTIA

It may be carried deep within the philosophy that without a mind off kilter, there would be nothing in this life left to take you by surprise............but that is just one, not-quite-educated, theory.

Come Over To 125th Street, Stay Awhile.

Up in Harlem I found myself sucked into the moment, time and again.