Congratulations to my brother Clay and his now-wife Linda, on their great wedding last weekend in Raleigh, North Carolina. While I didn’t shoot a ton over the long weekend, good times were shared by all, and you may be seeing a few other shots over the next few weeks. Thanks especially to everyone who flew in from afar and those who helped out.
With Clay & Linda currently on their honeymoon in Mexico, plus having a chat late last night with some new friends about travel, bear with me for a few minutes as I reminisce about my honeymoon two years ago, also in September. A few previously unpublished (apologies if a repeat snuck in) shots of scenery in Spain:
A small food spot in Barcelona appears to no longer offer 2 of their choices.
Windy roads through Costa Brava.
Eixample neighborhood in Barcelona.
Inside of the under-construction Sagrada Familia. Likely the most awe-inspiring building I’ve seen in person.
Sexe Drugs & Catacombes.
Red Bull wisely understands that people never get tired of watching other people fly off of platforms and into a large bodies of water. The Red Bull Flugtug was on the Camden side of the Delaware River yesterday, and there was a huge turnout (the fantastic weather certainly helped). We didn’t witness much in the way of flying, but everyone loves a good belly-flop.
This malfunction unfortunately sent her to the hospital.
Spring Garden, Philadelphia– the looming industrial area that inspired David Lynch’s Eraserhead (1977).
Made it out to the beach one last time this summer: Atlantic City, Labor Day weekend.
Careful not to “buy the farm” out there.
For this installment of the interview series, here’s Lauren. She’s a Cranbrook alum, originally from Santa Barbara, California, who silkscreens large, beautiful patterns onto fabric under the name Boutique Textiles.
On a very hot Sunday afternoon in late August, Jenn and I took a tour of her studio in North Kensington, Philadelphia. She showed us many samples, her impressive work table, a large, kinda-robotic exposure unit, and even demonstrated blind printing (if I’m recalling that name correctly, it refers to applying ink without an actual screen in place).
Only part of the large studio space. There’s no shortage of space in Philly, if you know where to look for it.
I’m always curious to see what supplemental items people have in their work spaces. Tucked away in a corner, I spotted a copy of “The E Myth Revisited,” a must-read for small businesses. Also, I was happy to see the little gray guy from “My Neighbor Totoro,” a classic Studio Ghibli film by Miyazaki.
An impressively-large exposure unit for making the screens to be printed. It’s housed in a cool, DIY darkroom within the same studio room.
Be sure to check out Lauren’s work or drop her a line at boutiquetextiles.com.
A fortune telling machine in Coney Island, Brooklyn. My brother is getting married next month, so the other weekend I helped him plan a whirlwind Brooklyn tour for a bunch of his friends as a last bachelor’s hurrah. Good times!
This is my favorite alley in Philadelphia thus far. It’s only a few blocks from my current apartment, and it’s amazingly overgrown and jungle-like during growing season. Dirt and weeds have reclaimed most of the once-driveable area. Many of the adjacent back patios and small yards are equally overgrown, despite this area having high real estate values. Hidden spots like this will eventually go away — but for now, they’re still here.
Hampden, a neighborhood in Baltimore, Maryland.
A vacant lot in Philly’s Old City neighborhood.
Hard to believe it’s now been over a year since Jenn and I left Brooklyn. Time flies.
I’m convinced block parties are the reason why summer was invented. Fairmount, Philadelphia.
Getting vertical. That’s Thom on the right. Tim (not pictured) had a bunch of people over during his block’s party, and was quite generous with the beverages. I owe you a few.
Earlier that day (this past Saturday), the annual Bastille Day event was going on over at Eastern State Penitentiary. Huge turnout, lots of French flags, crazy costumes, drag, etc, as they tossed things onto a massive guillotine.
• The massive old furniture warehouse near Girard and Front streets in Northern Liberties/Fishtown that Rich, Robin, and I checked out a few months ago (here), mysteriously burned to the ground last week, sadly. Luckily only one firefighter was injured, compared to Philly firefighters losing their lives in similarly-shady burnings of prime real estate. These gigantic structures have so much character, and it’s unfortunate when they disappear.
There’s this moment where you hit the edges of Port Richmond in Philadelphia, where the pavement gives way to plentiful urban weeds and dirt trails, and you’ve reached a kind of Mad Max environment.
I can’t get enough of oversized (and illegal) dirt bikes in the city. The temporary noise pollution is worth watching them buzz around and do wheelies.
Oh, and street racing. I was instantly taken back to the days on Capital Boulevard in Raleigh, NC, about 14 years ago. Pre-Fast and the Furious, etc.
In the grass with the chickens. Jen and Rich recently built a chicken coup for the newest additions to their farm in Asheville, North Carolina.
While in Asheville over July 4th (with a bunch of friends in town from Seattle and Cincinnati), I met this UK gentleman, who was doing a cross-country bike tour, having flown with his custom Bob Jackson into San Francisco initially. Looked like a great setup, between the internally-geared rear hub, Brooks saddle, full fenders, and beefy tires. He was impressed with how lively downtown Asheville was, when compared to the “historic downtowns” everywhere else that he had just passed through.
I’ll never get tired of mountain waterfalls off of the Blue Ridge Parkway. We went swimming under an even-larger waterfall later in the day, just before a summertime thunderstorm.
A day trip over to Tennessee was the first time I had set foot in the state, despite having grown up next door, in North Carolina.
Can’t forget to return back home after a long week away. I am glad I don’t have to drive 10.5 hrs on a weekly basis.
About a month ago, the annual Kensington Kinetic Sculpture Derby took over Kensington, in North Philly. Shane and Echo (not pictured) also happened to be visiting over the same weekend, and got to check it out as well.
Tall bikes are welcome, but some people go all-out when it comes to absurd bikes.
Naturally, it wouldn’t be Kensington without some sort of mobile meth lab.
I mistakenly thought this girl had a tattoo of wheat or some type of grass, but in fact they’re southern pines, she told me, referencing growing up in the south. One of my favorite tattoos I’ve seen in Philly.
I’m only realizing now that the rabbit on the right is carrying a chainsaw.
Last but not least, don’t forget about the solid food trucks & stands at all outdoor Philly events. Photo includes: hotdog with macaroni & cheese on top (The Dapper Dog), iced tea with fresh mint (x2), asparagus salad, and a falafel sandwich (A Full Plate). We were sitting in an overgrown lot that had just been mowed for the event.
Wildwood, New Jersey.
Jenn and I made our first voyage out to the Jersey Shore from Philadelphia this past weekend, which also happened to be Memorial Day Weekend.
We had been warned that Wildwood could be trashy, and moments on the boardwalk did feel like Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, but overall it was a blast — and very affordable (free public beach access everywhere, unlike the majority of NJ beaches, and also free parking). We didn’t have a chance to ride any of the rollercoasters yet, but the season has only just begun.
A street tree in front of the Philly AIDS Thrift.
Big Joseph in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, November 2006.
14th Street in Manhattan’s East Village, May 2006.