The Flag

I woke up on a new couch for the 14th day in a row, but this was a good couch to be in. Not that the other couches have been bad, but this was Kenan's couch*. And Kenan is my childhood friend, a great baker of cakes, and a great maker of thermoses full of drinks. Drinks of the adult nature. We'd spent the previous afternoon swimming in a magnificent pond somewhere in central Massachusetts and we now both had raging hangovers. 

Over a breakfast of lox and tea we discussed what we should do that day. Kenan's plan was to swim and bake a cake. My plan was to find an American Flag. 

These two goals are not mutually exclusive so I began at the door step of all bad acquisitions, Craigslist. 

Typing "American Flag" into the search bar led to a dozen results. There was an "American Flag Kit" for 12$ which consisted of a flag and a pole. A post for a pair of cowboy boots decorated with the flag, and then... the post I didn't know I was looking for (but secretly was): "30x20 FOOT AMERICAN FLAG - $100"

Who has a thirty foot american flag, and who sells such a thing? And who buys it? 

Tom sells it, I buy it. 

30 minutes later and after a brief encounter with a llama lady we arrived at toms, handed five notes over and collected a magnificent, 30 FOOT AMERICAN FLAG in a garment bag. 

FUCK YES. 

I had no idea what I was going to do with this critter but I knew it was going to be good. 

Two days later I found myself in Providence Rhode Island dangling over a three story building hanging the flag and wishing it wouldn't be so windy. 

The good news is that the flag fits in my cargo box and it'll be joining me on the rest of the tour. DO you have a 30' tall building that needs flagged? Email me. 

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*Technically it's Bronwyn's couch but I assume she wants nothing to do with Kenan or I after we invaded her house and brought the worlds biggest American flag along for the ride. 

 

Philadelphia

A couple of months ago I got a phone call out of the blue from a fellow named Matt who lives in Philly. He said he'd been following me on instagram, that I'd photographed some of the bands he used to tour with and asked if I'd consider coming to Philly to set up for a day. But of course! 

So last week I ended up at the True Hand Society tattoo shop in Fishtown and spent the day tin typing a bunch of Matts friends, their families and their dogs. 

Here are a few of my favorites. Big thank you to Matt and Mike for having me, can't wait to come back!

Mike and Josie of  True Hand Society Tattoo 

Mike and Josie of True Hand Society Tattoo 

Matt and his gorgeous family. 

Matt and his gorgeous family. 


Ada and the Farm

One thing I really love about my current travels is the opportunity to catch up with friends in all corners of the country and see what they're doing with their wonderful lives. Last month I stopped through Nashville and had dinner with my good friend Hadassah who told me about her little sister Ada's treehouse in the boonies of North Carolina.

Generally when I hear tree house I think back to my childhood, growing up with Hadassah and Ada and to the completely ramshackle plywood/rustynails/ducttape/prayers contraptions which we classified as treehouses and were lucky to escape with our lives. So when she mentioned Ada's treehouse I had something similar in my minds eye. Then she pulled out her phone and started going through photos of the tree house. A better name for this wonder would be a House in a tree with an emphasis on House. It looked incredible. 20' off the ground, suspended by multiple trees and supports with funky angles, tons of windows, cupolas, crazy stairs and gorgeous mud work inside. 

I was dying to see this thing with my own eyes and to catch up with the lady behind it so today during my drive to Asheville I stopped by for six hours and got the full tour. What an incredible structure, way better than the pictures I'd seen or the pictures I was able to take. I photographed Ada and some of the friends who are her neighbors and fellow adventurous souls, many of whom have also built their own homes and are living off the land. 

Big thank you to Ada for having me for the day, and helping me cross skinny dipping with eight hippies, four dogs and one pretty awesome horse off my bucket list. I can't wait to visit again. 

Ada and the neighbors in her Treehouse.

Ada and the neighbors in her Treehouse.

Ada and Kari in front of their home.

Ada and Kari in front of their home.

The living room.

The living room.

Zeiss got his first horse riding lesson, and hated all five seconds of it. 

Zeiss got his first horse riding lesson, and hated all five seconds of it. 

He's better at napping under the tintype wagon. 

He's better at napping under the tintype wagon. 

Stevie, british backwoods pioneer. 

Stevie, british backwoods pioneer. 


NYC

I received an email asking if I'd be interested in setting up the tintype studio at an Express clothing store opening in Times Square. Would I?!

Needless to say I'm heading to NYC this week, I'll be out on Wednesday and the shoot is on Thursday, can't wait! 

All the events in Columbus were fantastic but the evening at Mission Coffee Co was particularly great, with most of my subjects photographers themselves we had a good time collaborating and coming up with images that I'm proud of. 

Jon, Co-Ownder of Mission Coffee Co

Jon, Co-Ownder of Mission Coffee Co

Deja and Brielle

Deja and Brielle

Ohio!

My nephews and a huge group of my friends live in Columbus so a stop there to recharge, get some nephew time and for Zeiss to romp with his old friends was very much needed. We've been here for a week and already met a ton of new people and done two event shoots at a coffee shop and a barber shop with some pretty awesome images resulting. 

Tonight I'm setting up at a music venue and making tintypes while being rocked by the musical greatness that is Perfect Pussy 

Stink eye with a 1903 Hat

Stink eye with a 1903 Hat