Saturday, September 29, 2007

Hell Hole Creek


Meet Jamie Rockaway. He introduced me to Johnny Cash. Jamie knows more about music and making hammocks than anyone I know. This picture was taken at Hell Hole Creek in New York's Bear Mountain area. Cash discovered a dear corpse and decided it was his job to bring all the bones back to the Folsom Camp for closer inspection. We were hoping for a skull.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Dog People


Ryan, Laura, and Chris are dog people. Dog people rule. Not only are they fun to listen to (everybody's got a doggy voice), they're also fun to look at. When a dog comes near, they get out their doggy face and then the world begins to gravitate around them. Laura's got a great doggy face. Cash seems to agree.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Black Eyes


You can tell a lot about a person from their eyes. The sort of day they are having, where they've been, where they are going, etc. My grandma called me black eyes. She said it in yiddish. But this isn't about me and grandma. This is about Shareefa and Cash. I could tell right away she was happy. She was exactly where she needed to be. On the corner of Crosby and Spring with Cash.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

The Galaxy Rider


Meet Ian. He stopped us on the corner of Broadway and Spring because he liked my shoes and asked to take a photograph to post on his lifestyle blog-thegalaxyriders.com. I said sure if he would do the same. New York City is full of bloggers. I grew up on papers and pencils. It's hard for me to consider myself a blogger. The term gives me butterflys. Regardless, blogging is a quick and easy way to share ideas and I'm all for that.

The Model


This is Vanessa. She stopped to say hello on her way to a casting in Soho. It's fashion week. What does fashion mean? I know what fashion is, but what is it really? A bespoke suit? A torn pair of 501's? Judging from this photo, I'd say fashion is confidence. A gutt feeling. Saying and doing whatever you want when you feel it. Not many people have the balls to kiss a stranger within five seconds of meeting them. Moral of the post.... Be a dog.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Spaghetti Strapped


These two young ladies stopped us on the corner of Thompson and Spring in Soho. They're from LA... I was a bit tippsy when we met them. They probably knew and didn't say anything to be polite. Cash and I had just left my buddy Chris and a nasty bar bill in the West Village. Just look at his face. He's in heaven. I would be too if I were pressed up against her, wouldn't you?

New Yorkuza


This couple stopped us on the corner of Broadway and Spring in Soho. I dug her sunnies and his tattoos. They reminded me of the film Rising Sun. It's a story of sacrifice. Dogs, like tattoos, take great commitment and sacrifice. If you are going to get a dog or a tattoo, really give it some thought cause there's too many shitty tattoos and too many neglected dogs to go around.