At street level

Pierre Mac Orlan called it “fantastique social de la rue” (social fantastic of the street) and as I wander the streets of Manhattan I see what he meant. Is there another place on Earth that is a more jumble of human existence that can arrange itself into stories that come together only to break apart and reform in 1/125th of a second? My pictures should be seen as a slice of those unfolding stories,

My primary influence is Garry Winogrand. His work has been derided as snapshots. So? He went out in the world and took pictures The man immerced himself in mid 20th Century urbania, a facinating period of rapid change in America. Winogrand interrogated that change from many angles. Our tragedy is that we will never see much of his work. But it was his process, and he was entitled to it, even if it never resulted in something we value. He valued it.