• 06
    Aug

    Photos from Ground Zero (conclusion: The Birth of US Event Photos)

    There were more photos.  A lot more.  I can’t find them.  They are on negatives, somewhere, but these are all I could salvage.  Later, I put all the photos into a presentation called, “The Day Our Heart Stopped.” But really, that day — that was the day my heart started beating.

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  • 31
    Jul

    And the Buildings Came Tumbling Down In All Directions (Part 3: TheBirth of US Event Photos)

    September 13th broke bright and clear, just like the two days prior.  A picture perfect early fall day, the sun remained behind the veil of smoke that blanketed New York City. He Who Shall Not Be Named and I rose from bed, and took the subway — yes, the subway — as close as we […]

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  • 31
    Jul

    The Day I Became a Photographer: September 12, 2001 (Part 2: The Birthof US Event Photos)

    Before I joined my mom in the photography business, I worked for Target.  Before I worked for Target (or TAR JAAAAY), I owned an aquarium store in Salisbury, MD, called “Cool World”. Cool World specialized in high end salt water and reef fish.  Salisbury, MD, was called the shit house of the eastern shore by […]

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  • 30
    Jul

    When Mary Met Kennedy (Part 1: The birth of US Event Photos)

    Close your eyes.  Imagine a simpler time, a time long before 9/11 — a time when you could actually enter the US Capitol and meet members of congress without going through a strip search or a cavity scan. Such was how things were back when I was in middle school, and when my mom started […]

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  • 27
    Jul

    The Broken Road

    My partner, Matthew, and I have been together 7 years, and the day I met him, I felt the road shift. Literally. And not because it was washed out in the deluge of water pouring from the sky — though, in fact, parts of the road were.   I was standing outside.  4:30 am.  Pouring […]

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  • 26
    Jul

    Maria, Que es Esto? Or, when emulsified fat hits the fire.

    So, Attack of the 50 foot vagina was the first story growing from the convention of plastic surgeons.  But there’s a second story.  And, after reading this, you may decide everything ISN’T better with bacon. Let’s fast forward a year, past the great vagina.  The convention moved from the Mandalay Bay Hotel to Caesars.  Now, […]

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  • 24
    Jul

    Attack of the 50 foot vagina

    Back before I had Melanie, my Las Vegas manager, back before the Modern Time, I’d just developed the first of the “US Event Photos” web sites.  And, virtual stop number one?  Las Vegas. No sooner had I published the site, still working the details out in my brain, than I received an email from a […]

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  • 23
    Jul

    The World's Suckiest Hotel (Part 3 and conclusion)

    I looked into my camera bag, a black Tumi roller board with carefully divided padded sections.  Each section makes a hole, each hole has a piece of camera equipment that fits snuggly inside. There are two big holes facing each other.  That’s where my cameras go.  Both were empty. “What the fuck did I do […]

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  • 15
    Jul

    When Everyone Else is Wrong

    When I first hired Melanie, my Las Vegas manager, we spent time together.  I’m afraid I photograph, um, different than anyone else — and I had to un-teach (forgive me photography school teachers) the institutional bull shit.  Rule of thirds? Really!? I had to teach real skills, like how to take the camera OFF automatic […]

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  • 12
    Jul

    Things I can't Live Without: Hooker Sushi

    What the hell is Hooker Sushi you ask? It’s the sushi from my favorite Las Vegas restaurant, the name of which I can never remember (though it’s Kaizen). The joint (which is a small chain) sits directly across from the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas in a nondescript strip mall next to a decent […]

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