These are my eyes. This is my city. Welcome to New York.
Some of my photos lie. Or do they? I capture microseconds of humanity. Look at that old man laughing. It warms your heart and puts a smile on your face. Well, actually, he was just picking his teeth, but the results and effects of those little micromoments remain the same. I may lie through my photos, but those lies have effected me greatly, and I hope they do the same for you.
All traumatizing images and words contained herein are from the depths of my own demented soul. Feel free to laugh, cry, repost, or hump as you see fit, but if you steal them, mark my words, me or my intimately good friend karma will find you.