I drove down to Southern Virginia for Turkey Day. Starting on the New Jersey Turnpike, there was an insane fog that had settled over the eastern shore. I arrived in Walkerton around 8am. The fog stayed the entire day. It was mesmerizing. I guess that’s what living in the clouds would be like.
Queer dance party at The Bell House in Brooklyn…that’s where Cassie gets mad text messages.
You can never have too many dogs.
Meghan took this. I kind of can’t stop looking at it.
We all do it. That apple picking thing.
Brooklyn is a fantastic place.
So it’s been a while. It’s a new year, a lot has changed. Saturn returns? Probably. Life? Definitely. I’m shooting not nearly as much as I would like to be these days. But I’m also far behind on the end of the year photos. Working on these will inspire and motivate me hopefully. Watch out for a new, improved, and potentially permanent website in the next few weeks. It’s time. Onward!
He wants.
Brandi Carlile came through NYC again. I think it’s probably the 20th time I’ve seen her live. She’s the only musician I sneak cameras in to see.
Brandi, or Brandi’s manager: If you are reading this, please hook me up with a lifelong press pass so I don’t get shit from bag checkers anymore. I would be much obliged. xoxo, Christy.
