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.
Chilling at my friend Prince’s house on an unbearably warm summer day.
I already posted a photo of him in the spring, before his gender-affirming surgery, so he wanted a new more accurate portrait.
Word on the street is that Tinder is blowing up.
Trevor Paglen shot during the installation of his current show at Pace gallery in New York.
Trevor-Paglen
Pace
Deepak-Narula
I had been seeing Macho on my street for years but never dared to asking to pose for me because of his quite intimidating charisma, but he turned out to be an absolute sweetheart and loved his portrait.
My friend and neighbor, Italian painter Sario de Nola in his Bushwick studio.
On February 17th, I was lucky enough to marry my love Katie in a very intimate and sweet ceremony surrounded by our closest friends and family.
A very short sitting with Your Honor co-star Michael Stuhlbarg for The Wall Street Journal, we could only get 10 minutes without set-up time at the Paramount+ offices in midtown. I tried to make the best of it.
My old friend Ernesto, who goes by Jentai, released a new EP if you’re into Venezuelan hip hop.
I went to photograph him around his house in Rockaway last month.
Here are a couple of outtakes.