I did some edits on the laundromat interior-- brought down brighter parts to the right, and brought up the mannequin, but to me it might look too photoshopped. I took the other three pictures while my girlfriend was shopping for Halloween costume stuff. The picture that I connect the most with is the image of the mattress underneath the flourescent lights. In the night there is something special about areas of localized light. It has the effect of "interiorizing" the space that is lit. That picture just wouldn't work for me in daylight. There would be no presence to the mattress or the scene. I wanted to omit the dark areas of night outside of this scene, to let the feeling of the scene fill that data in for you. I also really like the shrivelled and stained mattress lying before the upright one. It's kind of bizarre and fleshlike, like a dead whale or something. For some reason or another it really makes the picture for me.

The sense I get from all of these photos is lonely objects in the moment before night. I took photos of the times where they would be last be seen by some passerby. That sunset/dusk light gives a quality to things of "just being seen" for the first time. What I guess affects me about them is that they remain long after my photographing them. I think that I might want to go back to this racoon who died in an closed drive in theater and continue photographing him.

I met this man while out biking, he runs a sound system/spotlight business, with tons of great old trucks and a ww2 era anti air spotlight. The real gem of his shop was 2 old restored band organs that were in the back. His friend had devoted his life to restoring these things and writing scores for them(which are paper rolls with plugged out holes marking notes). They are "self playing", one was piercing and shrill, but had a great snare, and the other was warm-toned and gorgeous. He also had a bunch of letters from people commending him for his mobile sound work, one was Ted Kennedy. I was using my friends camera when I took these, and forgot to set to camera RAW, which sucks since I couldn't work on exposure and color which all of these desperately need. Nonetheless, I like these pictures because it was the need to take them that led me to meet this man and see all of this history. I think their value is less about artistic form and more about narrative and documentation.

These were taken in Boston. That trip for me was a foray into the world of street photography, which I appreciate because I love characterful people. There's always the dilemma of feeling exploitative when photographing someone for their strangeness. I think as long as the picture works and doesn't feel exploitative it's fine. One picture that I missed on this trip that I wish I had was of a plasma tv in an open air restaurant with a picture of recently executed death row inmate Troy Davis on display, while all of these younger women celebrated what was presumably a 21st birthday.