hipstomp photo essays

Sometimes I get out of the city for a couple days.

But most of the time I’m right here.

I love the city but I hate crowds. I can dislike individuals too, but it’s easier to disdain crowds. Are there more than three of you? Then I hate you.

To be able to look at this and make sense of it is like living in one of those chaotic households where they have thirteen kids but the mother knows all their names.

The sidewalk monster eats everything. The sidewalk monster is no joke.