That tattered leather chair was so obviously out of place in the otherwise immaculate décor of our house. It was old, black, and tired, with tiny fissures running down the back cushion like a colony of persistent spider webs. The top skin of leather had been worn off of the seat in soft beige spots… Read More The Chair
My living room window was cracked just a little at first and I found the freezing air oddly soothing. In the winter of 2006 that’s where I stood, nineteen stories up with nowhere to go but down. It would have been so easy, too. I told myself it wouldn’t hurt, that it would be like… Read More Gone to the Dogs
My Manhattan career began at a small yet very chic ad agency on Broadway in NoHo, which was referred to in those days as “Silicon Alley”. You know the type, soaring loft ceilings with the guts of the building displayed like a designer construction site. All of the desks were at off angles and the… Read More Silicon Alley
Trip Advisor is my source of travel porn and I’m hooked. Over the past twenty years I’ve fallen back in love with Degas at the Musée d’Orsay in Paris, shot a photo series exclusively in blue and white on Santorini, had a monkey sit on my head at the top of Gibraltar, had Park Güell all… Read More Kith Me and Thmile for Me
It was Christmas Eve, maybe 1978. I was eight years old, or whatever age you are when you are at the tail end of believing in Santa. My parents and I were around the corner at the annual Parker family Christmas party. Their trendy seventies mocha brown paneled interior was warm and welcoming and the… Read More Santa is a Dick
Grace, Under Fire 