hipstomp photo essays

Hi.

A sidewalk monster feeds a building delicious sheets of wallboard.

The shadow on the left is a moving vehicle encroaching on my photograph.
This displeases me greatly.

This is after I used my psion rays to destroy the encroaching vehicle. The occupants inside were unharmed although I was forced to teleport them to Buenos Aires. I hope they carry credit cards.

I am in love with certain types of light.
This isn’t it but I just thought I’d tell you.

If you love someone, set them free.
If you love someone but you’re a bizarre artistic freak, take photographs of them and their belongings, then tape the photos to small padlocks and shackle them to a mesh fence on Crosby Street.

HLA 37 is not fooling around.
HLA 37 will back up and fucking kill you.

For some reason, this silly picture of this stupid van has become one of my favorite photos.
I can’t describe why but it’s an insta-classic.

Welcome to the rat race.
Gentlemen, start your engines.

Don’t touch me.
Nobody touch me.