Monday, March 21, 2011

Project - For richer or poorer

Its about time I became awesome I think and so when I find time I will be going ahead and doing things that I enjoy doing again... Next thing will be this new series in which I hope to photograph homeless and raggedy looking people (not hard to find here in NYC) standing/posing in front of fortune 500 headquarters depicting the logos of multinational corporations while holding up cardboard signs saying something thoughtfully stupid like "will work for work" I will have to entice these people with drugs uhh I mean food or money and hopefully they will cooperate. I will post these pics as soon as I have em.

Places like:
Goldman Sachs
85 Broad Street, New York, NY
11 Wall Street, NY
115 West 42nd Street, New York, NY 10036
J.P. Morgan
270 Park Ave, New York (under construction)
Hewlett Packard
2 Penn Plz # 8
New York, NY
Verizon Comm
140 West Street, New York, NY
and so on.

To promote awareness of corporate greed and display the current impact of the economy on New Yorkers. Sad but twill be fun. Did I mention I love hamentashen?

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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Wednesday, March 09, 2011


Growing up in Brooklyn pre-Giulianai was fun and dangerous. Those were the days that NYC lived up to its stereotypes. The Violence, the rape, the murderers and thieves, nothing scared me more when I was 14-17 than getting my face slashed by some black dude trying to get into the bloods. Once a month it would happen to someone at my high school. Remember American History X? The curbing, that was actually a preferred tactic here for years by local crews. My father was (still is) a Jewelery photographer who together with his family immigrated to Israel before turning one after being born in Poland. He travelled to NY a few times as a young man for art exhibits and some exhibitions of his own. My mom too immigrated to Israel around the age of 1 and was raised in a moshav or farmland most of her life before meeting my dad. By the time they'd met my pops made a name for himself as a hotshot artist/photographer and I guess my mom was kinda awestruck being an art lover. They once came to NY for an exhibition and stayed. It was terribly hard for my mother and she says she cried a lot during those days, while they were integrating. I can definitely say that I lacked nothing growing up and went on vacations regularly a few times a year, lived in a very nice house and had not one complaint. The minute I hit high school and was out of the same shit hole yeshiva that I was in since 2nd grade like many, I was a new man. Reborn. Began to enjoy life. I was DJing parties a lot as that was what I chose to do buy with my bar mitzvah money and I thought it made for a good business decision. It did, and it also made me instantly cool. I was loving it and I think High School was my favorite and most exciting part of life thus far. More so than college. We were frikin crazy youths and we did during high school what frat boys wouldn,t have the nuts to do 4-7 years older than us. So this is the part where I throw in wild stories of complete shitfaceury but since my memory is complete shit I'll leave that to our guest posters.

Dumb People.

Back when I was in the electronics mail order business, some events took place that I'd like to note. Customer reviews were not all that prevalent back then and so we were sorta open to treat customers however we deemed fit. Many were straight up idiots who totally deserved to be spoken down to. This one time we had a product listed on the website for $0. It was a 65" Panasonic plasma tv. It was obviously a mistake. The person put it in his shopping cart and checked out. After an email from me explaining that it was a typographical error and that it clearly states on our terms of use section that we were not responsible for such mistakes, the customer went on to make threats explaining he's a lawyer and that he better get this $12,000 tv for $0. The person really thought he had a chance of getting it too. I had a line I used to give people who would piss me off back then and I delivered it to this at the top of my lungs. "CALL ME BACK AFTER YOU PULL YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOU ASS!". Many more examples I can give but I'm tired so I'll update later.