Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Reading to the Dogs

Last Thursday, I traveled bright and early to P.S. 96 in East Harlem to take photos of a reading program where children read to dogs. The program is designed to help children learn to read to an audience. The children take their time, annunciate all of the words, and the dogs (in their splendidly canine way) are a patient and attentive audience. The program is clearly something because the kids read very well, and they absolutely love to have the dogs around. For more about these reading programs, and a slew of other dog wonders, check out Every Dog Has a Gift by Rachel McPherson (founder of the Good Dog Foundation), publishing in March 2010 from Tarcher/Penguin. And keep an eye out for a couple of these photos in there. (First time my photos are being published in a book. If you'd like to do me a favor, you could purchase a copy.)

This is Max, a 3-year old Goldendoodle. Clearly, Max is a hero.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Man Man

Last year Man Man played nearly-sold shows two nights in a row; one night in Manhattan, the next night in Brooklyn. But this time around we got it at 7:00pm right after work on a Thursday. For free. After almost two years of living here, there are still at least a couple of things that happen each week that make me stop and think to myself, "I love this town." I covered the event for

But first...

Henry Zebrowski FAIL

Sound check.

I'd be pissed about the giant piece of Komatsu digging equipment the East River Park management haphazardly left behind the stage, but this is Man Man. Fits the bill.

The die-hards brought their own props.

Almost two years ago, I remember riding the M train across the Williamsburg Bridge, listening to Van Helsing Boom Box. I had just graduated college, just moved to the city, I had no job, had absolutely no connections in the field I wanted to get in to, almost no money, a bunch of bills, and I'm pretty sure I was on my way to Target to buy an end table. I wondered sincerely if the scenery around would eat me alive.

Tonight I was able to watch this performance and see the same M train passing over the bridge from where I was taking these shots, knowing today that this city hasn't eaten me alive. Quite the opposite. It's been so abnormally good to me.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

The Late & Dirty

You see? I was afraid this was going to happen. I told myself this wouldn't turn into a MURDERFIST blog. But there were just too many good shots from last night's show.

Good advice.

The Late & Dirty is MURDERFIST's monthly show at the People's Improv Theatre in Manhattan.

After the show, Holden insisted that we go to his apartment and forced me to take pictures of him dressed as a woman showing off his new Skinny Bitch Jesus Meeting t-shirt. How do you say no to that creepy, creepy smile?

Ever seen The Shining?

This is what the sky looked like off of my fire escape last night, and has nothing to do with MURDERFIST.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

The People's Republic of China

This is the happiest man alive. If you had a getup as sweet as that, wouldn't you be delighted?

The Bird's Nest stadium of 2008 Olympic fame.


Summer Palace

The Great Wall of China is a little over 4,000 miles long and was built and maintained for nearly 2,000 years.

If you look in the direction that you're heading, the Wall stretches as far as you can see. If you turn around in the direction that you came from, the Wall stretches as far as you can see.

Love: Made in China
People who are married at the Great Wall place a lock like this on a chain to symbolize their commitment.


Elvis lives, and apparently he vacations in China under the name "Roger."

Tiananmen Square

Where silk comes from.

The Temple of Heaven

The editor in me loves to have a nice copyedit while I'm abroad. Therefore, I leave you with some of my favorite poorly-proofed signage from the Far East.

One hot dog to rule them all...

Remember that.