The buff Mr. Pretty Boy, with old Ironsides in Boston Harbor.
Pretty Boy Pete | June 25th, 2009
Radishes | May 21st, 2009
When I’m home in Seattle, all I want to do is putter around in the garden. I put on an old lady sunhat and immediately stick my hands in the dirt. This visit, I arrived just in time to see everything get up and moving. Chard, spinach, lettuce, peas, squash and potatoes. And then there were the radishes, on the hood of my mom’s car, blinding white in today’s afternoon sun. While I mixed compost and kelp meal and greensand into soil so rich you could hear the tomatoes drop their pants and moan.
Thank you Seattle | May 17th, 2009
For being so wonderful and giving me this beautiful weather while I’m home. For waking me up from the last of my winter doldrums. For being quiet and calm and having windchimes everywhere. For the rhododendrons.
Pat from Moonachie | May 5th, 2009
We had fun with this one, as if you couldn’t tell. Pat’s first choice of location didn’t work out so we had to fall back to plan B. And plan B was a big, fiery, flaming ball of awesome. Burgers were his choice and we turned the BBQ area at our apartment into a dirty, disgusting mess. Ketchup, mustard, beer cans and raw hamburger were everywhere. Somehow, I think this suits Pat just fine. If you need to more insight into his personality I suggest you follow him on twitter.
Hungry Charles Hardy | April 12th, 2009
This is the Godfather of competitive eating, the original and the still-revered. We did this shoot a few weeks ago in Brooklyn and he brought his own mink coat. The man is a stone-cold badass.
