a midwest matrimony

Photos by Val Maun.

• A little over two weeks ago, Jenn and I tied the knot. Thanks so much to everyone who made it out to the Contemporary Arts Center in Cincinnati, Ohio to celebrate with us — we couldn’t have been happier about how everything turned out. Certainly a weekend to remember.

Photo by Paul Murray. This is the engagement tattoo that I got last year, in honor of Jenn, and in anticipation of the wedding.

There were definitely water activities over the course of the weekend – including some pool time (Alison and Mr. Appalachia on the left, and Hans on the right), plus some canoeing down a river (not pictured).

Despite being in Ohio with Kathleen and Virginia for the weekend, Tom made sure we didn’t forget our homeland. Coincidentally, he was featured this past Friday on BikeSnobNYC, wearing the same shirt (see question 3).

• Thanks to Kyle over in the LA area, I picked up a 35mm Yashica T4, just in time for the wedding and honeymoon. Below are a few shots from the first 2 rolls – the first two images are shot with expired Kodak 400 film, and the last two were shot on Fujifilm Superia 400.

Maria in Evandale, Cincinnati.

Jenn, in Deer Park, Cincinnati.

Autumn seems to be right around the corner.

• Also: Some of my photography is being featured in a show opening in Red Hook, Brooklyn this Saturday (Sept 25th). The address of the Brooklyn Waterfront Artist Coalition gallery is: 141 Beard Street, and here’s a link to more information.

Up next on ThisCityi$Mine: shots from the beautiful country located between Portugal and France.

painting a picture of tomorrow

Inside the decaying US Canning Factory in Northside, Cincinnati.

Jenn and I just spent a little over four days in Cincinnati, allowing for me to explore areas of town that were new to me, thanks to rides from Nate, John, Sylvia, and Kelli, to name a few. We didn’t have easy access to bikes and the region is sprawling, like most US cities. Happy birthday to John (Senior) and Johnny (the Third).

A massive, old KFC bucket sign in an industrial corner of Cincinnati, with some ailanthus in the background on the left.

An area of Cincinnati called “Over the Rhine,” referencing it’s strong German roots. These days, crack addicts and sad alcoholics are seen roaming the streets. Definitely more closed businesses than open ones.

A trail down the hillside near the Gorman Heritage Farm. With the recent spring rains, all of the plants were super healthy, and not yet beaten down by the upcoming heat of summer. (This past July we were also at the edge of this farm: here).

We were happy to see a marching band had arrived, coincidentally, outside of Kelli’s children’s book store in Oakley, Cincinnati, in the early evening. I’m not sure that the girl with the red balloon was actually involved, but she seemed to demand attention from the crowd.

Definitely a lot of dogs. That’s Charlie in the cone on the left, Moonlight on the right.

Also, a reader told me about People of Public Transit recently, some great daily, candid shots of riders – somewhat in the vein of Vice magazine’s “Do’s and Dont’s.”

the epicenter of bioregionalism

Jenn and I flew into Cincinnati, Ohio for a nice. long weekend.  There’s an old farm that’s fun to explore in the evening.


We caught a Wussy show at Fountain Square, in downtown Cincinnati.

• Other Cincinnati events included: a birthday party for Maria, a birthday party for me (thanks, everyone, for the warm welcome), a solid trip to Northside Tavern (now with a larger stage), two trips to Skyline for some top-notch chili (words cannot express the joy of rolling into the cozy establishment at 3AM), meeting many more of Jenn’s extended family, including Mike, Roy, and others.

Even the basement of Nate and Kelly’s bungalo in Deer Park, Cincinnati, is perfectly mid-century.  I’m just awaiting the installation of the full-on tiki bar, then their home will be complete.

Sunset Park is very underrated, especially as an option for those living in Brooklyn’s fertile crescent (Greenpoint, Williamsburg, Fort Greene, Boerum Hill, Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn Heights, Park Slope, South Slope, Windsor Terrace, etc).  I recommend grabbing a burrito or a few tacos and some Mexican cola along 5th Ave and like 44th Street, then walking across the street to the large, sloping, grassy field facing the setting sun over the water.

Big Joseph himself came back to NYC for a few days and crashed at my place, and it was great catching up with him, and finding out the myriad of ways that Toronto is ahead of New York when it comes to conservation and sustainability.  Jenn, Big Joseph, and I happened to run into Miles and his roommate Joe over at Safe Haven a few nights ago.  Pretty good guys — Joe’s got a really nice Pinarello track frame from 1983 or so, and we discussed a handful of Richardson sightings, haha.

• Music-wise, I’ve been listening to a handful of things a whole lot recently: on the indie rock end of the spectrum: Ponytail and Passion Pit both have put out some good stuff; and then on the hip hop end: MF DOOM produced a super-solid album for John Robinson, and LA-based producer Metaform’s album, “Standing on the Shoulders of Giants,” from last year, is excellent.

• I neglected to formally wish Val a happy birthday the other week.  I hope Chile’s treating you well.

A throwback shot: Admiral’s Row in Brooklyn, circa early 2007.  I understand the whole block is possibly slated for demolition at some point, sadly.  I remember late one night riding by the buildings and seeing light coming from one of the rooms, seemingly candlelight.