A recent shoot of Alya Kazakevich of a.b.k. leather for The New York Times T Magazine blog got the slide show treatment. One of the great things about being a photographer is meeting new people. Here’s proof: I had never met someone from Siberia. I can now check that off my to do list. Alya grew up an hour helicopter ride(!) away from the city of Tyumen. Her parents worked for the party developing new land and she lived there until she was six. When Alya mentioned Siberia I was kind of imaging Luc Delahaye’s Winterreise (I can’t find a good link but definitely worth searching out… It looks like I should of bought it when I had the chance: the paperback is now $80). Suspiciously all the photos on wikipedia are blue skies in summer! Maybe Siberia is like one of those cool towns on the West Coast where the locals tell you that it sucks living there so you never move there. Maybe we should all move to Siberia. Brooklyn IS overpriced. But here’s a weird googling monkey fact I came across: “Siberia is so immense that a person standing on the beach in Maine is closer to Moscow than a person standing on the eastern coast of Siberia.” Mind blower, no?
They are also running some food photos I took. It was ice cream from MilkMade, and yes I got to eat it! It was on the far side of good/bordering on genius. Weirdly, they deliver. I was a bike messenger in DC during college so this I like. If you’re young, fearless, and full of cajones maybe this is the job for you. I liked it a lot… until the second winter when I decided that maybe used book store clerk was slightly safer. I did develop a taste for Don DeLillo though so maybe not. His stuff will definitely make you paranoid.