I’ve had too much time on my hands this past week. I moved into my new apartment seven days ago. I wont have a real room until the end of this week after we cut a hole in one wall and build another. I’ve spent most my time meeting every photographer I can, selling camera stuff I don’t need, going to gallery openings and riding my bike. I need a bike crew. Its always nice to wander around a new neighborhood and discovering all the lovely things underneath the abandoned warehouses and crackheads. My point and shoot camera has been a good tool to preserve my findings. Here are a few.

On Friday I rode over to James Fuentes Gallery to see a new show by Jonas Mekas, called To New York With Love. I drank a few beers and watched the two short films made up of shaky footage of the lower east side, friends of Mekas, and the twin towers. It was hard to watch the intimate films in such an obtrusive setting, but I highly recommend stopping over during the week. There is something really obsessive about his work that draws me in. Unfortunately, there is no narration in these films. Mekas’s voice is the most magnificent in all the world. We were trapped in a corner of the gallery. I looked over and said, “There is no way out.” He looked at me and yelled, “There is always a way out.”