I will be 55 years old in a few weeks. White. Jewish. Grew up in Queens, then Long Island. Attended SUNY at Albany and received my J.D. from Fordham University School of Law. Moved to Westchester County, NY in 1994 with my husband, and I am a mother of two children; my daughter is almost 25 and my son is......
in 1990 I shot a photo project documenting the street market on Astor Place in NYC. This was an impromptu gathering spot for people selling mostly used, scavenged, collected, and sometimes stolen objects. Recently I have been posting a number of these images to a Facebook group focused on images taken before 1990 in Manhattan. I’m rescanning them all in......
Late last fall a small black cat – really more of a kitten – started to show up around my friend Caroline’s house. It was very skittish and wouldn’t allow itself to be pet, but it was very happy to get scraps from the house. Only then would she allow herself to be pet as she ate. Again, she was......
I’ve been making photos for well over 30 years. From the beginning I have been interested in documenting things that take place, as opposed to setting up, or producing, shots. I’m not categorically against creating images, but I’m drawn towards grabbing images that capture a moment, person, or event, as they feel. For a long time I have also been......
Yesterday I was scanning some photos that I shot on the shoot for our first film “Half-Cocked”. One of the rolls had a couple of strips of images of my father. My memory isn’t great but I think that shortly after the shoot we headed down to North Carolina, maybe to play a show with my band, but also to......
Prologue This post/ rough draft of the beginnings of book is focused on my efforts to deal with my mother’s decline and ultimate passing- largely in real time. In her last year/s I did a lot of documenting and writing, and I shared that work with some immediacy. For me, doing this work helped me to process, and be with,......
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.
