An early morning with the lovely Teresita Fernàndez at her Brooklyn studio before the work was being shipped to London. 

Does your mold remediation guy look cooler than mine? 

I didn’t think so.

I walk my camera around most mornings and rarely if ever show any images. Maybe that will change.

Or not.

In any case, if your dog tends to attack people with cameras, keep him on a fucking leash…

A rare photo of my wife Katie, who usually start hissing at me like a cornered injured lioness everytime she sees me grabbing a camera.

She threatened to punch me in the stomach after 3 photos… Luckily I already got the shot.

I spent a lovely morning with Nari Ward at his Harlem studio for my new friends at Lehmann Maupin. 

He has a bunch of shows coming up in 2024

I recently re-edited, re-retouched my entire Bushwick portraits thing, added a lot more photos too, which was a long, rough, nervously draining and most likely useless mindfuck.
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A quick sitting with Mickey Drexler, the man behind the success of Gap and Jcrew.

And I got the cover! 

Many thanks to my friend Paul Dilakian for the call.

I am very grateful to my friends at Pace gallery for allowing me to document the process of their artists. Those have become my favorite gigs. 

In July, they sent me to the Hamptons for a very chill studio visit with fellow longtime french Bushwick resident, painter Jules de Balincourt for the promotion of his upcoming show in NY. 

I have been a fan of Jules’ work for a longtime but to be entirely honest, we mostly talked about surfing…

Since the passing of my mother last winter, I have been living in a haze of sadness and only found solace retreating to my cabin in the Catskills where i started obsessively stacking up rocks. 

We didn’t bury my mum, she wanted to be incinerated. I never saw her grave. 

Someone who loves me told me it was my way of grieving and i think it makes sense. 

Piling rocks into cairns introduced a sense of order to my emotions. It became an introspective ritual, a way for me to process her absence, to build her a proper grave. 

Each stack is a visual embodiment of her memory, a tribute to her strength,  her resilience, her unwavering love, her fragility too.