the birthday party.

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This guy threw a birthday party at his place last weekend.
This guy — my housemate — showed up, since he knew not only the birthday boy, but also the birthday boy’s new roommate. Small world, eh? Also, despite appearances, my housemate is not asleep.
This guy brought his Contax T2 — a camera I’d love to have, but not before I get my hands on a Hasseblad — and we switched cameras for a little bit, so he could test out Eleanor the Leica. (The closeups are his shots from the evening.) Also, that guy produced a film that you all should see.
This guy — a new dad — showed up at the party, apparently forgoing much-needed sleep for differently-but-still-equally-needed whiskey.
Only a small sampling of the revelers. I came a bit late, and didn’t stay too long — I’m an early bird these days — so I don’t know if there was cake. I hope there was, and I hope the birthday boy had a great time. He’s fast approaching his mid-thirties — enjoy life while you can, good sir!
(I jest. Mostly.)
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doctors in the gowanus.*

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Everyone’s favorite economic historian and erstwhile political theorist take in the sights around the Gowanus Canal, in the fading Sunday light. Our stroll found us around bus depots and emptied warehouses, with curious new condo developments nearby — I’m guessing the new Whole Foods site on the corner of 3rd street and 3rd Avenue has something to do with that. Though the lot is completely empty with nary a bit of construction to be found, the signs posted on the plywood around the edge say that the store is slated to open April 2012. A Whole Foods in the Gowanus! Now I’ve seen everything.
I took the Leica and the Lomo with me, and I think the Lomo shots turned out quite well. Can you tell which photo came from which camera?
Beforehand, we met up at Abilene, completely wrecked from the women’s World Cup final. The only thing to do, it seemed, was to calm our frayed nerves with some Hendricks-based gin and tonics. Largely did the trick, methinks.
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* not unlike Gorillas in the Mist, I suppose.
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from the archives: mom & dad.

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This photo, which sits in a frame on a bookshelf in my bedroom, serves as a constant reminder that I can never fully deny that I’m a hipster (or some such word within the taxonomy of such things). I came from two of them, after all.
[Late 1960s, Saigon. Long before my time.]
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over there, down under.

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Today: My photos and a link to my Flickr page are featured over at Daydream Lily, a wonderful art/design/fashion site run by Lisa, a kindred film-loving spirit. Check out the post, and the rest of the blog, here.
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sunday afternoon leicabout.

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About a month ago, I got an email from Nick Solares with the subject line “Let’s Shoot!” Turns out Nick had up and got himself a Leica M9, and soon afterwards a Summicron 50/1.4 lens (holy cow!), and thought it’d be fun to head out one afternoon, our respective Leicas in tow, to take in lower Manhattan in all its sunny Sunday glory.
So yesterday we did just that. After downing a pint at d.b.a., we headed south on Bowery, just past Canal and into Chinatown. And then went west for a while, zigzagging in and out of Canal Street. Turned right at West Broadway, then another left somewhere down there until we found ourselves on Seventh Avenue, where we slowly made our way up the West Village and down along the west side of Washington Square Park. Our final destination: Minetta Tavern, which Nick knows perhaps much too intimately (I jest!), and where we refueled with cocktails, a great bottle of St. Emilion from 2006, and of course the Black Label burger. (Photos of the food in a post to come.) It was, all in all, a great afternoon.
Nick is a much more intrepid photographer than I — he’ll get much closer to strangers than I normally would — but I took the opportunity to be a bit bolder, at least for the day. And Nick claims that my focusing skills were rubbing off on him, so I suppose it was a mutually beneficial walkabout. I also got to swap out my standard Zeiss Biogon 35/2 lens for a Summicron 28/2 lens that Nick had on loan from a friend, so it was really great to try out a wide angle lens on the M6, especially a Summicron with the handy finger notch on the focus ring, which makes for much easier and faster focusing.
So here are my photos of the journey, in chronological order. (Update: Here is Nick’s set.) It was, all in all, a great afternoon: wonderful company, easygoing shoptalk, incredible food, and two Leicas strolling around town. And I’ll say it again, for the umpteenth time: New York is such a mind-blowingly diverse city. A three hour stroll only shows you the tip of the proverbial urban iceberg. I love it so.
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Nick, below, would just wander into the street to get a shot. It was really great to see him at work/play.
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Above: Fresh mozzarella + arugula salad at Minetta Tavern. Only a hint of the gut busting pleasures to come.
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recently consumed.







I am so full.
1. Bomboloni | Bottega Falai
2. Waiting for takeout at Bread. A glass of wine may have been consumed.
3. Wine + frites | Le Barricou (Doesn’t this look weirdly like a stock photo for a stock chain restaurant?)
4. Whiskeys | Cafe Colette (Unconsumed by yours truly; it was 10am after all, and even I have boundaries.)
5. Mortadella + broccoli rabe on foccacia | Eataly (though consumed outside Marshall Stack.)
6. Coffee + breakfast sandwich | Cafe Colette
7. Birthday feast | Hunan Kitchen of Grand Sichuan (I have no idea what the restaurant name actually means. But the dinner itself was spectacular and gut-busting.)
brunching with economists.

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Ok, only one economist. But Brunch with the Economist sounded oddly like Interview with the Vampire, and Sunday afternoon was definitely not like that. (As an aside, that film hasn’t aged well, has it?) And the inimitable J. Dittmar is like three formidable economists rolled into one anyway, right?
So yes: what do you do with a pal you haven’t seen in years? You end up at Prime Meats and you very slowly make your way through a cured meats plate (the calves tongue! sweet jesus that was good!), a radish + dandelion greens salad with anchovy dressing, and a bowl of herb + mushroom spaetzle. You order several cocktails. You talk at length about soccer and relatives far afield. You very slowly and leisurely make your way up to Cafe Pedlar afterwards for some coffee while sorting out the pros and cons of the dinosaurs in Tree of Life. Somewhere in there Andrei Rublev gets thrown into the debate.
Pretty great way to spend a Sunday afternoon, no?
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when in doubt.

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Get to Mile End before 11am and your wait won’t be so long. You might even end up sharing a table with an adorable toddler who will wolf down the lox but try to pick out the chives from the scrambled eggs. Order the smoked meat hash + fried eggs. Always. Mile End’s smoked meat is quite possibly better in hash form, with the meat coming close to BBQ-esque burnt ends (oh yes), a nice contrast to the potatoes and the richness of the broken egg yolks. (Because of course you will mix the eggs + hash together, right? RIGHT? It is a combination that can’t be beat.)
Feeling like you need something more handheld? Get the chazzer, egg, & cheese. It normally comes on rye, but for an extra $1.50, they’ll put it on a toasted Montreal bagel besieged by sesame seeds. Get it on the bagel. Trust me. It’s the most decadent fried egg sandwich ever. Add a few squirts of sriracha between the fried egg and pork. You will make a glorious mess.
Wash everything down with a mimosa. Stagger out of the restaurant. Climb back into bed. It’s barely noon on Sunday at this point and your day is nearly complete.
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north 9th + berry.

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This past weekend ended up being much more insane than I thought it would be. But in a good way! On Saturday evening, Kathryn and I met up at Hotel Delmano over in Williamsburg for some wine and a deeply satisfying plate of smoked trout. As the sun set and night fell over the intersection of North 9th and Berry, we stopped across the street to Cafe Colette for one more glass of wine before parting ways. And that was only three and a half hours of my 62-hour weekend. Like I said: insane.
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from the archives: darkroom prints.

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Found these photos of Nancy and Theron in a box of test prints back from when I took a darkroom class at the New School in spring, 1998. I’ve waxed a bit already about the wonders of making your own prints, but unearthing these yesterday really made me realize that relying on a scanner to simply translate the negative onto the screen, or a basic machine printer to put the image to paper, will get you only so far. These even aren’t the best versions of my darkroom experiments, but goodness!, there’s so much more nuance here than what I’ve seen in my more recent black and white stuff. That, and I think the old Pentax K-1000, for all of its basic, no-frills capabilities, really does capture a sort of perfect imprecision.
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