We all have things that are particularly difficult for us to handle; our own challenges that are unique to us. I am a terrible organizer and having to organize things, be it bills, or negatives, or records, or books, can be very difficult for me. Given this challenge, the process of getting together all of the information and the details......
I was gone for a week, and it all feels like a dream. It took me nearly 24 hours of travel to get to Thessaloniki, and I had just three nights there. It took me almost 2 days to make the trip home. I hardly slept on the journey at all, and after getting home at 5 pm yesterday I......
The following is a presentation I put together for the photo museum in Thessaloniki. I want to first thank the festival and the museum for having me here – in addition I want express my extreme appreciation to Efi Papazachariou for her help and support. It’s thanks to John Waters that I’m here today, because he chose to feature our film......
Last night my daughter began working on a film about her grandmother, my mother, who passed away 7 weeks ago. As her health was failing, I spent a couple of hours a day with her. During this time, I began to document her final months. There were some good moments and some tough moments. About 20 minutes ago, I was......
The other morning I woke up a little early in order to go to Yoga. As I walked up to the studio my neighbor from across the street was paying for parking, which was a surprise because I had never seen her there. Then, as I signed in, the people behind me introduced themselves. Turned out that they saw my......
It’s Monday Oct 7th, and tomorrow will be 4 weeks since my mother passed away. At this time, last month, I was in a car on the way to the airport in Tel Aviv. After 20 hours of travel I made it to my mother’s bedside in North Carolina with just two hours to spare before she passed away. It’s......
Throughout the 1980s, as America’s downtown districts declined in importance and the “big-box” stores began their slow march across the country, malls became increasing central to American popular culture, dominating the social life of a large swath of the population. In 1989 Michael Galinsky, a twenty-year-old photographer, drove across the country recording this change: the spaces, textures and pace that defined this era.
