At Home in Newark: Stories from the Queer Newark Oral History Project

I’m honored to have one of my images chosen to be a part of a Rutgers University traveling exhibit called At Home in Newark: Stories from the Queer Newark Oral History Project.

The exhibit is based on audio interviews for the Queer Newark Oral History Project, which works to preserve and celebrate the history of the LGBTQ community in Newark, NJ.

The image is of singer/actor Lovari, which I captured at a community event/fundraiser at the The Historic Jersey City and Harsimus Cemetery during his performance in 2015.

The exhibit runs at the Newark Public Library from December 14, 2017, through March 2018. Opening night is December 14, from 5-8pm in Centennial Hall.

Please consider visiting to support the project!

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This New York City entrepreneur recently started her own business, and needed a fresh new headshot for social media and the business website. We took a variety of shots, while keeping in mind that her business is a people business, so we wanted images that captured confidence AND approachability and warmth.

Cass said she’s not a fan of having her photo taken, but she really brought her A-game to the session. We were in and out with a bunch of great images from which to choose in no time!

Are you ready to up your headshot game for LinkedIn and social media? Hit me up!

Tech stuff for gearheads and photographers:

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Silver reflector under subject for fill
White muslin backdrop lit with two speedlites

The Ghost of Uncle Joe’s 2017: Fundraiser at the Historic Jersey City & Harsimus Cemetery

Note: if you like pictures more than words, and I don’t blame you, a full set of images of the Ghost of Uncle Joe’s 2017 can be viewed here (click me). 

I’ve wondered for a few years now: how does a cemetery stay in business? Based on an obvious analysis, they typically have a finite amount of property, yes? And that property is bought for a fixed price, sometimes decades in advance, yes? And then that’s it. No more income.

I sated my curiosity about how cemeteries are funded, today, with the help of google, because I knew I’d broadcast these questions when talking about wonderful Historic Jersey City & Harsimus Cemetery and the yearly Ghost of Uncle Joe’s fundraiser.  And, it turns out, what I wrote above, is true, from what I can tell in general. Nailed it.

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Some cemeteries are, of course, maintained and owned by a local church. Churches often disappear. That happens. More often these days, I’d think, than in the last two generations. For some cemeteries, the government has a hand in the finances. But there are many, across the United States (and the world), where the backers have simply gone away, left no money or trust, and there’s no tax-payer help. The money for those pre-paid plots has run out, even if the funds were responsibly invested.  But the cost to maintain the land doesn’t dwindle. Cemeteries need maintenance. At the very least, they need to keep the grass and weeds from over-taking the property.  And they need to continue the obligations made years ago to bury those who bought a plot. This all costs money.

The Historic Jersey City & Harsimus Cemetery is one of those cemeteries. The funding and maintenance are volunteer efforts, led by Eileen Markenstein. And one of the biggest fund-raising events of the year is the Ghost of Uncle Joe’s, a costume ball and fundraiser featuring local musicians playing sets from famous bands, organized with the help of “Dancing Tony” Susco, of Rockit-Docket. 

On to the event

This year’s docket included bands performing covers from The Replacements, Elvis, The Kinks, The Cramps, The Allman Brothers, Dolly Parton, Pink Floyd, De La Soul, Huey Lewis & The News, and Aerosmith.  Not to mention multiple after-parties, featuring MORE bands, at LITM, Lo-fi, Pet Shop JC, and Porta. Quite a (long) day of music and revelry.

On to the bands

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First out of the gate was Jack and Sandra from World/Inferno Friendship Society, playing an acoustic set at the seemingly sadistic early hour of 1:30pm. The sun was blazing, it was hot, and these facts were not lost on the audience, who mostly sat under trees for cover, nor was it lost on Jack and Sandra, who took the brunt of it on stage. They played their set and then headed of to Long Island for a show with the full band later than night. Hopefully they took a well-deserved nap in-between.

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Next up was some folks from GypsyWig doing The Replacements. I’ve been a big fan of the Replacements since probably 1987, when I first heard that opening riff and reverb-y 80s drums of I.O.U. off of Pleased to Meet Me.  The guys put on an appropriately blistering set, hitting all of the highlights. I had forgotten how much I liked the Replacements, until I realized I actually got chills during one of the songs. These guys brought the passion and the goods.

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The Lonesome Prairie Dogs’ Elvis set was a great balance of musicianship, performance, and camp. You gotta have some camp when doing the Elvis thing. I have to check out the Lonesome Prairie Dogs doing their regular set. They’re doing honky tonk and traditional country music, which we don’t hear nearly enough in this area. And anyone who knows me or follows this blog knows that I could sit at Robert’s Western World in Nashville for days on end listening to traditional country music and sipping Miller High Life, and have, several times.

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Lowell Gurey and friends came up next as The Kinks, dressed mostly in mod garb, presumably arriving on Vespas. Lola, also, on stage, and apparently exceedingly happy to be there. A great performance with some tracks that surely many people had never heard. They dug way deeper than radio hits for this set. And that’s a good thing. Also, there were several apes.

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The artwork associated with The Cramps always stuck out to me. It was disturbing. I never got into The Cramps back in the day. That’s odd, as I learned at this event that I love The Cramps. It took Garbage Brain and friends to turn me on to The Cramps, 35 years after I should have been turned on. Thank you. This was a rollicking set, with the singer going full Lux Interior. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the performance.

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The last set I was able to catch was Big Wake doing an Allman Brothers set. Amazing musicianship here. My jaw dropped. And those fake (in most cases) mustaches put it over the top. I think they played two or three songs, as you might do when playing Allman Brothers songs for 30 minutes. Wow. Just, wow.

The event raised over half of the year’s operating budget for the cemetery. There was a bus to take people down to the clubs after the party ended. There was plenty of beer and food. There was a bike valet. So many people dressed up in their Halloween costumes. It was just another wonderful event at the cemetery. Highly recommended.

Follow The Historic Jersey City & Harsimus Cemetery and Rockit-Docket on Facebook to keep up with upcoming events.

You can see a full set of pictures here (click me). `


Ridgewood Music Fest 2017!

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This year’s Ridgewood Music Fest, put on by the Ridgewood Guild, was, by any barometer a smashing success.

It was a fabulous late summer day in Van Neste Square, and the place was jumpin’. Food was provided by several local restaurants, and beer and wine were flowing in the booze garden.

The past few Music Fests from the Ridgewood Guild included jazz and blues artists. This year, the organizers switched it up and showcased local bands. I must admit, my first thought upon hearing that news was “Ugh, if I never hear a cover of Hard To Handle again I’ll be perfectly fine.” My expectations, I found out, were not in line with reality.

These bands, all of whom play locally, and often at bars in Ridgewood and the surrounding area, were performing at a level that simply blew me away. Country music provided by Country Joe and Friends. Bluegrass from Blue Plate Special. R&B by the incredible Eugene Thomas & No Big Deal. Declan Power Band brought the funk (and rock) as advertised. And The Stilettos simply amazed.

Unfortunately I couldn’t stay to catch the sets from Treble and No Money Down, but if the other bands were any indication, I missed something special.

Congrats to everyone who pulled this amazing event together. Looking forward to the next one!

The rest of the images are here for your viewing pleasure:


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Saylestock 2017 Art & Music Festival in Ridgewood, NJ

[If you’re in a “tl;dr” sort of mood, you can go directly to the photos of Saylestock 2017, right here.]

The great David Letterman said, during his induction speech of Pearl Jam into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame this year, something that really resonated with me.

“And when I came here to rehearsal this afternoon and heard live music again, I was reminded: Oh my God, what a gift live music is...Never take the opportunity for live music for granted, that’s the message I can bring to you folks tonight.”

A reminder to not take anything for granted, really.

Now, I’m nowhere near the recluse Mr. Letterman seems to be, but when I moved from Hoboken to Ridgewood some 16 years ago, from urban excitement to suburban consistency, I accepted the fact that I would no longer be able to leave my home and walk down the block to Maxwell’s to see a fantastic band, or spend 5 hours after work in NYC to check out some bands at The Mercury Lounge or Brownies. Those days, I figured, were behind me.

And for the most part, they were.

But then after a decade in the relatively sleepy town of Ridgewood, things started popping up. I recall stumbling upon an event called Saylestock, back in 2015. I saw the announcement online somewhere, as you do. It was a fund-raiser for salivary cancer awareness and research in the memory of a local young man named Matt Sayles, and the event would include artists, and a bunch of live bands. Right here in the town square in my sleepy little town. I ran right up to the park that first year, with camera in hand, of course, to be a part of this wonderful event.

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I was introduced to a great community of like-minded people and artists and musicians and friends-and-family-of-Matt. It was the coolest thing I’d ever seen in Ridgewood. The bands were just fantastic. There was folk music, there was jazz, there was bluegrass, there was rock and roll, there was all sorts of great music by fantastic artists, performing for a warm crowd, encased by great vibes.

Every year I’d look forward to the event. It became a thing I’d tell everyone I’d meet in town about. “You live in Ridgewood? You gotta go to Saylestock. It’s excellent!”

This year, I was unfortunately out-of-town and returning that Sunday afternoon. Well I’ll tell you, I couldn’t wait to land in Newark, get home, and get up to the park. I dumped my luggage in the living room, grabbed my cameras, made sure I had batteries and empty memory cards, and managed to get to Saylestock by 2:30 or so. I missed a few acts I’m sorry to say, but gosh did I have a full day of music and positive spirit ahead of me.

I captured some images of the bands and the event, which I’d like share for you here. Click here for the gallery.




Day-in-the-life photography session in Woodstock, NY

A few friends got together and descended upon “The Nest” this past weekend. The Nest is the weekend getaway for two of our NYC-dwelling friends and their young son.  It’s a beautiful, bright home tucked away in the rolling hills of Woodstock, far-removed from their usual daily Manhattan scene and routine.

Another couple and my wife and I were invited up for a weekend visit, and you just know I’m going to take some photos. I mean, I’m not going to just sit there, especially with that little fella running around, amusing us all.

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While mom was busy, for the most part, resting, as she’s got another baby on the way, dad was preparing dinner and making cocktails, and the rest of us were just enjoying the day and the company.  Add a camera to the mix and you’ve got a perfect opportunity to shoot what you might call a day-in-the-life photo session.

What’s a day-in-the-life photo session? Well it’s pretty much what it sounds like. Family photojournalism. A photographer, say, me for example, comes into your home, on a regular ol’ day, and points the camera at your family and the things your family is doing for a few hours, capturing the events and emotions of the day.  Eating. Smiling. Laughing. Crying. No feeling awkward or worrying about looking uncomfortable posing as people sometimes do during a typical family session. No dressing up and making sure the hair is perfect. But rather, capturing the family in their, errrrrr, natural habitat. Messy hair, crumbs on face, and all.  

Well I’ll tell ya, there was zero crying with this kid. But the crumbs? Yeah, there were some crumbs.

Here’s a snapshot of our weekend, in 40 or so images, capturing a day in the life… Continue reading “Day-in-the-life photography session in Woodstock, NY”

The Eskimo Brothers playing that Honky Tonk in Nashville

An image of David Graham of the Eskimo Brothers that I posted to Facebook quickly became one of the most viewed images of mine. A testament to the rabid fans that surround this band, which in turn is a testament to how friggin’ good the band is.

Here’s a link to the photos of The Eskimo Brothers for those who don’t care what I’m about to ramble on about (spoiler: I’ll be rambling on about the band).


We met a lovely couple from western Louisiana (as a guy from NJ, I remain unsure as to where that is exactly) while sitting at Robert’s Western World during our last trip to Nashville. We started talking about music and hit it off immediately.  People who are passionate about music have a lot in common right out of the gate, I’ve found, throughout my life. This couple, who are big fans of traditional country music, made sure that I didn’t leave Robert’s until the next band, called the Don Kelley Band, hit the stage. And I am clearly happy that they gave me this advice. 

So when they texted me later in the night and said The Eskimo Brothers were playing across the street, and I had better come over, well, I just knew I had to check it out. And it turned out my new friends were right, again.

Near as I can tell, and I’m not expert, some of the better bands in Nashville who play on Lower Broadway have a lineup that changes, depending on the night. You might see an amazing bass player one night, and the next night with the same band, it’s a different equally amazing bass player. Indeed, the first night I saw the Eskimo Brothers there was one rhythm section, and the next time I saw them a few days later, it was the rhythm section from Don Kelley’s band. “Slick” Joe Fick on the big bass, and John Radford on drums.

“HEY, I KNOW THOSE GUYS!” I thought to myself, or perhaps really loud out loud while gesturing at the band (hard to say, as most nights/days in Nashville were a blur of music and laughs). Point is, I felt at home all over again, what with having seen The Eskimo Brothers two days prior, and the Don Kelley band several times, and as such, me thinking that after watching these guys play before that I’m actually friends with them or something.

But I have to think there’s something to that, other than me being a weirdo: these players give so much on stage, engage with the audience with so much passion, however small that audience may be, you feel like you know them. They’re connecting with you, if you’re willing to listen to this great music and appreciate it as much as they do. They are making that connection completely easy and leaving themselves open for it. They’re leaving it all on that stage. It’s all there, for you. They are giving everything, for you. And some money in the tip jug if you’re not a complete unappreciative savage.

Unfortunately for me, I didn’t have my camera with me that second night, which is a rare occurrence for sure. This was due wholly to me deciding to take a voucher from United Airlines at the airport, at the gate, on the way back home, giving up my seat at the last minute, and staying an extra night in Nashville (YAY!)…and then United pulling my wife’s luggage off of the plane instead of mine, leaving me in Nashville for another night, but without clothes, or a jacket, or a camera strap (BOOO!).

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The Eskimo Brothers

Thankfully I had a camera and strap (have strap, will travel, and be able to drink beer and not worry about forgetting the camera) with me that first night, and I knew a good thing when I saw it and started snapping pictures of the band, in between drinking too much tequila and too many Miller High Lifes with my friends from western Louisiana, of course, as you do, in Nashville.

Related: here in fancy ol’ not-far-from-NYC, we’d sometimes drink Miller High Life in an ironic way. The “Champagne of beers” and all. I was never a fan of drinking anything in an ironic way. I drink things I like, and that’s that. Well I’m here to tell you that drinking Miller High Life in Nashville, at a honky tonk, listening to great musicians playing great songs, tastes way better than drinking Miller High Life ironically in New Jersey. Of this you are assured. No irony required to enjoy it.

Back to the band:

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The Eskimo Brothers

The Eskimo Brothers put on a high-energy, frenetic, why-the-hell-aren’t-you-dancing, honky tonk show. Why isn’t this everyone’s wedding band? What is wrong with you people who are getting married and wondering what band should play at your wedding? David Graham is a fantastic player (one of the best I saw in Nashville) and without a doubt a captivating showman. Try to take your eyes off of this guy. You can’t. Or, at least, you shouldn’t. When I see people stumbling out of a bar in Nashville, walking past a band like this, to the front door, I shake my head in disbelief. Why the hell are you leaving? Do you really think there’s something better waiting for you at the next bar? What are you doing in Nashville if this isn’t fulfilling your desires and meeting your expectations and more?

*sigh* Well, there’s no accounting for the taste of people who are “partying” in Nashville these days. But that’s beside the point.

The rest of the band, on both nights, were as tight as a drum. The whole damned package is awesome. I was told The Eskimo Brothers often switch instruments during the shows. I didn’t see that deal happen, but videos on YouTube bear out that fact. And wouldn’t you know it? Graham is also an excellent drummer who puts me to shame (in fairness to me, I don’t try very hard, and always approached drumming as a way to be able to hang out with musicians and occasionally meet girls. I’m simply the worst kind of drummer on every level).

My new friends from Louisiana were dead-right: The Eskimo Brothers are not to be missed if you’re in Nashville looking for great, traditional honky tonk.

Please check out the slideshow of the photos of the Eskimo Brothers on my website. Don’t tell me you read all of those words and now don’t want to look at the pictures. Say it ain’t so.

And check out The Eskimo Brothers’ website for tour dates, because they get out of Nashville pretty often, and you should see them if they come near you, you lucky sons-of-guns you. 



An afternoon at Chianti Cashmere Goat Farm in Radda in Chianti

Shortly before heading off to Italy for a trip this past autumn, we caught an episode of Dream of Italy, on PBS, which focused on Chianti. Featured in this episode was Chianti Cashmere Goat Farm. A goat farm run by a vet from America named Nora Kravis, right in Radda in Chianti. I forget if we had already settled on Radda in Chianti as a stop at that point, but being animal lovers (and appreciators of hand-crafted cashmere wearables) there was no way we were missing an opportunity to visit Nora and her goats.

After a quick email exchange with Nora, we were set up to visit the farm for lunch and a tour.

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Fog burning off of the hills of Chianti

We spent the morning of driving around the rolling hills of Chianti, and then headed to the farm for our 11.30 appointment. Just two minutes outside of town is the near-hidden dirt road that winds through the woods and releases you onto the farm.

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We were greeted by Nora, and given an overview on how cashmere is made (I had no idea what goes into it), and then it was a tour of the grounds and some goat feeding action. Continue reading “An afternoon at Chianti Cashmere Goat Farm in Radda in Chianti”

Don Kelley Band at Robert’s Western World, Nashville

If I learned anything from two recent trips to Nashville it’s that Robert’s Western World is the best damned bar on Lower Broadway. While that little strip is filled with bars with bands, Robert’s is the only one that books bands that play only traditional country music. You simply cannot go wrong walking into Robert’s. At too many other places, you might hear a band cranking out covers of Tom Petty (not that there’s anything wrong with Tom Petty), but not at Robert’s. Only country here.

At the behest of a lovely couple from Louisiana that we met during a recent trip, we made sure we caught Don Kelley and his band. And boy am I glad we did.

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Robert’s Western World. Nashville, TN

As far as I can tell, Don Kelley gets some of the best players in Nashville to play these gigs. We were utterly blown away by the musicianship of Porter McClister on guitar, “Slick” Joe Fick on the big bass, and a great drummer whose name unfortunately escapes me John Radford on the drums.

And it’s not just the musicianship. The showmanship is top notch. These guys are entertaining and high-energy as all get out. I get the impression Don Kelley runs a tight ship and knows how to keep his guys and the audience going. The professionalism is evident at every turn, and became evident right out of the gate: there was no loud noodling up coming from the stage as they set up. Just four guys methodically plugging in and quietly tuning up. And then, *BOOM!* The show starts. Damn near knocked my tits off at the first note. Continue reading “Don Kelley Band at Robert’s Western World, Nashville”

8th Grade Basketball: West Milford @ Ridgewood, NJ

This past Saturday, my friend contacted me to let me know that her son’s basketball team (The West Milford Wildcats) was going to be in my neck of the woods, playing my hometown team (Ridgewood Hoop Club). Driving 4 minutes to hang out with friends and take some shots of the game sounded a lot better than cleaning out the basement, a plan that quickly disappeared into the ether.

Shooting sports is a blast, but not without its challenges. Especially indoors sports. The lighting in gyms is universally awful. First of all, it’s quite dark (if you don’t believe me, spend some time in a gym in the middle of the day, and then walk outside…you’ll be squinting because it’s so much brighter!).  The players are moving blazingly fast, so you’re stuck shooting at high ISOs so you can get a quick shutter speed to stop the motion blur. Second, the lights almost always have a yellowish or greenish tint, which wreaks havoc on anything that has skin. At this particular gym, I was blessed, I mean cursed, with sunlight streaming through windows and doors, mixed with the yellow/green indoor lights, leading to images that have a wide variety of color tones in the shot.

But with a little patience, and a decent amount of post-processing, you can get a images few that that capture the moment, although they will not be qualifying for any Sports Illustrated spreads.

Saturday’s game was a scrimmage, so there weren’t any winners or losers (and I didn’t have to feel bad that I wasn’t rooting for my home town). But these kids played like it was the Super Bowl, or whatever the basketball equivalent is. I was shocked at how many baskets were being made, the speed of the kids, and the heights to which they jumped. Lots of jumping. A very exciting game, and I’d highly recommend checking out your local teams at some point.

Here are a few images.