Recently I met Justin, who restores vintage cars on the side, in South Slope, Brooklyn.
Under the hood of the 1953 DeSoto that he’s been spending some time on recently.
While we were shooting, we also talked over some beers. That’s another vehicle of his in the background, a 1950s Ford delivery truck.
When I moved to Brooklyn (via Manhattan and Queens for a few years), I was surprised to learn that many people have project cars. I had assumed the concept only existed outside of large cities – but there are definitely a few very close to my apartment, including a super-loud drag car a few doors down.
Some cyclists in Adams Morgan, a neighborhood in Washington, DC.
This past weekend, Jenn and I took a bus down to DC to hang out with Terry and Stacey. Stacey took us to a large public pool with a diving board – something I hadn’t seen in years, maybe due to insurance liabilities. Definitely the best way to spend the afternoon on one of the hottest days of the year: flying through the air, trying new tricks (while hopefully not landing on one’s stomach).
• I forgot to thank Big Joseph for the great birthday dinner over in Bushwick two weekends ago. After eating, Jenn, Big Joseph and I went over to my cousin Julia’s open studio party, a short bike ride away. She and her friends were in great spirits, and I recall talking to someone for a while about fire-breathing / fire-swallowing and such.
An alleyway near Columbia Heights, in Washington, DC.