hipstomp photo essays

Day 311

The Crips and the Bloods, unable to reach
detente, continue to mark their territory.

New and improved!
For truckers who suck at parallel parking.

On the Bowery I saw some asshole on a unicycle.
He might not be an asshole, but it sounds better
when you say "I just saw some asshole on a unicycle."

Coffee-table books and art galleries that are trying
too hard always show good graffiti, but it's important
to remember most graffiti just plain sucks.
Real bunch of Michelangelos on this fucking rooftop.

I'm a notcissist. (I like looking at
things other than myself in mirrors.)

Which is not to say I won’t take pictures of myself.
Welcome to Rain's Night World of Annoyingly Underdeveloped Photographs.

At the bar we enjoy sophisticated adult refreshments.

I think she thought I was kidding when I told her
this picture was going straight up on the internet.

Day 307

Insert informant here.

The Shining Path.
Like those Marxist guerillas.

My friend Kirk asked me to take a picture of him with an urban backdrop.
What he didn't ask me to do is post it on the internet for all the world
to see. But I like the picture, and you know what they say, it's easier
to gain forgiveness than permission.

(Kirk, if you want me to take it down, I’ll take it down...
if you can tell me what pi is to the 20th place.)

So at this company, when they fire you they push you out
the window, and you go down the chute and land in the dumpster.
But when the owner gets ready to leave, they move the chute slightly
and he lands on his motorcycle. Pretty cool if you ask me.

Can you guess what my new favorite thing to shoot is?

I won't think any less of you if you can't guess.

Okay that's a lie.