This is one of my best friends Marchesano. I’ve been trying to photograph him since high school but every image I make of him never says the right thing and I throw it out the window. This is the closest I’ve gotten.

We were hungover as shit. I spent the morning playing with his half-blind cat and  cleaning up the grease trucks bomb that had gone off in their living room the night before. He woke up and realized he missed work. He and Matt came up with an overly elaborate bullshit story. He stuttered the entire time and Matt and I giggled because each new suggested story was more ridiculous than the last. Marchesano and I walked to Easton Ave. and got breakfast for the three of us. We talked about growing up and apart, about traveling, about relationships and about dogs. The bagel shop had Telemundo on really loud. When we got home I photographed him. He asked to photograph me. The image of him alone didn’t feel right. It was close, but the diptych feels perfect and I’m not sure why.

This is a photograph I made of Matt the same morning. He’s proven to be even harder to photograph. I don’t know if I’ll ever make an image of him that I’ll love. I’m not a fan of this image, but I think it says enough about him in the dumbest way possible.