Golden Horn

Socializing after work, high above the Golden Horn at the mouth of the Bosphorus, also known as the Strait of Istanbul. I’m holding a Turkish water pipe, a “nargile,” filled with apple-flavored tobacco (“muʽassel”). I don’t smoke, but given the circumstances (I love apples) it’s something I had to try. Click the pic for my take on nomadic life.

Rebel Rebel

Rebel Rebel on Bleecker. The store’s closing marked a turning point for record shops in the city. Jeremiah Moss covered it in his blog, Vanishing New York. David Shebiro (the owner) would bend over backwards to score even the most obscure imports and with lightning speed—a godsend for a gig writer making side cash on reviews to pay off his student loans. If my editor couldn’t get it, David could. Cafe Angelique (next door) was bought out by a clothing boutique when the building’s owner hiked the rent from 16k to 42k a month—a common story in the late aughts. Eventually the high-end boutique made moves to expand into Rebel Rebel and David couldn’t keep up. The store closed in 2016, seven years to-the-day after I took this shot.