Plaza Mayor, Madrid, Spain

La Latina

Near the Templo de Debod, Madrid, Spain.

From the Temple de Debod.

Christmas lights, Madrid.

Atocha Train Station.

A protester holds a flag during a demonstration against the monarchy in downtown Madrid on Constitution Day, Dec. 6.

A protest near Puerto del Sol, Madrid

Christmas Tree, Puerto del Sol, Madrid, Spain

Parque de Retiro

Calle Mayor

Madrid.

Hyde Park, London

The Saatchi Museum, London

London: People

Near Buckingham Palace

The Ice Bar

Speaker's Corner

In front of the National Gallery

LONDON: Things

Buckingham Palace

The London Eye

Big Ben

The Tower Bridge

Street

KEFLAVIK AIRPORT, ICELAND: It's a strange little piece of space and time, this surreal airport, silent and bathed in the sunlight that usually is reserved for the early morning sunlight, which here, comes with a sunrise at 9 a.m. Outside it is desolate, flat and gray, and even the sounds of the planes are muted along with the colors. I am another place.

Fire at the abandoned Packard Plant in Detroit:

Detroit Fauxlaroids:

Mermaid Parade, Coney Island, June 2009.

Haiti, Hotel Oloffson, April 2008

The hotel is famous from a book called the “The Comedians”, written in 1966 by Graham Greene - which is probably the last time the place was actually nice. It’s dilapidated, the doors to the rooms bearing the alarming remnants of being kicked in numerous times, with splintered and broken wood and locks that, after they are breached, are simply moved to a new portion of door frame. There is no hot water, and is illuminated by dim fluorescent bulbs, that when they work, splash dirty blue light across the withered landscape of the room, revealing mismatched furniture, dirty sheets, broken windows and torn curtains - all this for $80 a night. Dinner and transmit some images from the lobby. As I’m sitting on the couch, the party that had been going on outside, for a doctor from Medicens Sans Fronteirs who was leaving Haiti, was going on outside around the pool – which had arguably the cleanest water in the place. It’s a well attended affair, that moves its way inside when the rain begins, so that the quiet lobby where I am sending pictures has now turned into the nucleus of the party, people wandering in with their drinks, soaked from the downpour that caught everyone by surprise. There is a couple next to me, that I am talking to, and someone brings me a cocktail. Coke and Barbancourt. The rain stops, and RAM, the house band headed by the owner of the hotel begins to play outside. Now I begin to understand the draw of the Oloffson...

Spring:

Central Park

Central Park

Central Park

Upper West Side