Editorial
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There are always certain moments which one never wants to forget. I see editorial work as a kind of memory gallery, and though the original memories may not be carried over to an external audience, there still remains a story to be expressed.
Prometheus and Orchids
Prometheus and Orchids (2005)
Orchids are on display at New York City's annual Orchid Show. The show takes place at the famous Rockefeller Plaza, where the golden statue of Prometheus stealing fire from the gods can be seen.
War Protester
War Protester (2004)
An angry war protester blows smoke out of her nose like a bull during a rally at New York City's Union Square.
Bible and Cross
Bible and Cross (2004)
A woman representing Jews for Jesus holds aloft a Bible affixed with a cross at a demonstration in New York City.
09.11.01
09.11.01 (2004)
In 2002, New York City began a yearly tribute to the victims of the 9/11 terrorist attack on the World Trade Center by sending two beams of light up into the night sky.
Mary's Chocolate Pastry Chef
Mary's Chocolate Pastry Chef (2004)
A chef from Japanese chocolatier Mary's Chocolates decorates a new batch on the floor of the annual New York City Chocolate Show, where chocolatiers from around the world assemble to tout their superior cocoa.
World Trade Center Attack
World Trade Center Attack (2001)
On the morning of September 11th, 2001, I awoke with a start, hearing the sound of a low flying plane flying over New York City. As it was just beginning to register how that was not something one likes to hear, a distant explosion made it suddenly clear what was happening. I leapt out of bed and turned on the news, where it wasn't long before the image of a smoking WTC appeared. I grabbed a camera and ran up to the roof. As I watched helplessly as the second plane hit, and both buildings went down, I thought how thankful I was to not have gone to a bookstore (no longer existing) next to WTC, as I had initially planned to do that morning. There were constant roars rising from the roofs of other buildings, where the entire East Village had assembled. From my roof, it wasn't long before I could see people making their way up the avenue, covered in dust and looking like stunned ghosts. I had the foresight to grab a piece of mail before I left the building to take photos, knowing that parts of the city would be closed off to non-residents, as is the case for emergency situations. I managed to photograph some of the mayhem, before neighborhoods began getting shut down, and using the mail as proof of address I was able to get home, which slowly began to look like a ghost town. Not wishing to stay idly home in front of the TV, I tried to volunteer at a local makeshift shelter, but was turned away. I live two miles from ground zero.