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Fishtown, Philadelphia, PA.

• When I visit Philadelphia, one thing that catches my eye is the signage. Whether they are hand-painted, left to decay, or sometimes even creepy (3 things that are certainly not mutually exclusive), there are a lot of signs.


Passyunk Ave, Philadelphia. It’s difficult to begin to analyze this “King of Jeans” sign. For scale, those are normal, individual bricks on the wall — this is massive.


A place for ribs.


Northern Liberties, Philadelphia.


In keeping with the theme, there’s signage on vehicles as well.

• Coincidentally, exactly two years ago, I happened to also show a handful of Philadelphia shots (here).

• Happy birthday to Jenn, just the other day. Thanks to everyone who made it out to her surprise party in the Cobble Hill neighborhood of Brooklyn.


Jacob, 2002.


Glen, 2003.

illadelph and barnyard raiding


Wild animals in the streets of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.


North of Market Street, on the east side of Philadelphia.


Inside the Philadelphia art museum.  One of the security guards kept pointing out all of the hidden nudity among several pieces in the museum (not the vases here, but elsewhere), and somehow it didn’t come off as extra creepy.  One was almost an homage to River’s Edge (1986).


Window display in a boutique.

Jenn and I stayed at a bed and breakfast down in Philadelphia for her birthday this past weekend.  Despite it being “dumb cold,” we still had a good time.  Some interesting architecture, some good food (a few great markets that put the Essex Street Market to shame), some history, some blue collar dive bars, a large fixed gear community, and certainly schizophrenic & homeless representation.


This was at the end of an amazing strip called Boathouse Row in Fairmount Park.  The road felt like quintessential Ivy League life, moreso than actual Ivy League campuses.  Lots of crew boats stored for the winter.


The previous weekend, I participated in a 48-hr design intervention project with a landscape architect (Hans, on the left) and two architects (Mr. Moses in the middle, Tommy on the right), which began with taking a train down to Allentown, New Jersey to raid some abandoned barns (about three of them) in the middle of the night for wood and metal to salvage as building materials.  I’ve posted more information on the project here (plus there’s a full process photo gallery): canal nest colony. In the end, the project seemed to be a great success, and certainly a learning experience.  It generated a little press, which is always cool as well.


It was a little difficult to capture the scale of these super large structures in complete darkness, though my flash seems to have been working fine.  This was just the loft area in a massive barn.  There were bird droppings everywhere, but we were able to salvage a lot of oak planks (and a little pine) from this area.


Hans and Moses test the buoyancy of oversized tractor tires in a pond in the middle of a thicket at about 3AM.  The tires failed the test.


More abandoned structures in the countryside.  It rained on and off during the night, and remained super foggy in the fields.