Another quick writer sit-in for Der Spiegel. This time I visited Leslie Jamison at her house in Greenpoint.

10 years ago, Leslie Dela Vega, one of the most important woman of my professional life,  sent me to photograph Robert for a website named Ozy which turned out to be a Ponzi scheme, where we produce great journalism that very very few people saw.
Robert and I always stayed in touch so with his new book coming up, I stopped by his new office, new office which was even smaller and more clustered with his books and beloved typewriters than the first one, for a few drinks and a few current portraits.

A freezing winter walk in the east village with renowned novelist Sigrid Nunez.

Fun fact, I got shat on by a pigeon a few seconds after shooting that photo.

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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