#whatweatewhere

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Clarence jumped on me in the middle of the night last night and farted. It smelled so bad that I woke up in a state of panic—honestly thought he shit the bed. Turns out he’s just a stinky boy. . A good, handsome, sometimes stinky boy. Clarence-not-so-Fresh. Harrisburg, PA. January, 2020. . @greencatchup #whatweatewhere https://www.instagram.com/p/B7b1I0lg41D/?igshid=ixo25ixg4fpx

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Traffic it was bumper-to-bumper with state workers trying to get the hell out of the city. The roads were already super slick. I think we were a beer or two in, skidding and sliding down the sidewalk to the Tav from the Pub. It was a perfect day. . First snow of the season with Ashlie. Harrisburg, PA. November, 2018. . . . @ashliesquid #radicalabundance #whatweatewhere #harrisburg #makeportraits https://www.instagram.com/p/CI3p_xVD4pv/?igshid=11bkufr8eunyl

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Family is wild. I haven’t seen my cousin Sarah since I was in the sixth grade. It’s been 22 years. . When I saw her this weekend, I was so struck. She is so familiar to me—the way she speaks, her gestures, her spirit. Have we known each other for consecutive lifetimes? Or maybe she is a mirror greeting known or forgotten bits of myself? I just feel really taken aback. . “Danielle, you have such a great laugh... I feel like I need to record it. And... I mean that in a good way,” she reassured. . I laughed again and dropped some line about how it was a laugh that people could do impressions of... but honestly, I had been thinking the same of her. . This trip has been amazing. . . . #whatweatewhere #danifresh #family https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzvpv6MANYG/?igshid=gonvuxysyexl

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It was after dark and I had been sitting in the living room reading when I got up to pee—pee with the door open. It’s what you do when you live alone. Most of the time I don’t even turn on the light in the bathroom. I sat there and gazed at the antique door knob of the bathroom door warmed by the light drifting in from the living room. I washed my hands in the dark and leaned against the door frame staring back down the hall. . I think I’ve lived most of my life in a perpetual state of self-inflicted unrest and tension so when I finally started learning how to carve out time to relax in the last few years, I’ve realized how revolutionary it is to rest. It’s an unclenching of the jaw, a stretch, steady and deep breaths, feeling everything—all of my senses, elevation and peace. But it’s usually reserved for moments like when I’m hiking or at an airbnb in the woods or when I’ve had real downtime in Asbury or when I’ve been in Nicaragua or the Dominican Republic with Marilyn. It was always temporary and fleeting. . As I stared down the hall into the tungsten incandescence of the living room, I breathed deeply and felt it. . I am home and it is a profound relief. . #whatweatewhere #home https://www.instagram.com/p/CIHPl0iDhad/?igshid=9vrsfuo0m51u

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Shannon and her bike out front of the house. A spontaneous, emotional, very distanced hang during a very strange spring. It’s fucking wild how relieved and happy I was to see you on this day. Pandemic conducive gestures of care and friendship. Harrisburg, PA. April, 2020. . . . @shannon_tooker #makeportraits #harrisburg #whatweatewhere #bikelife https://www.instagram.com/p/CHnqZ_8DjxK/?igshid=199kcwr4ha35a

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We fell asleep the night before watching Indiana Jones fight nazis on an old VHS... I woke up on the couch to the smell of bacon and curry powder. When I walked downstairs to the kitchen, there was Carrot, standing over a skillet of breakfast hash in a long sleeve hardcore t-shirt and a silky purple robe... the juxtaposition of those two clothing items... so silly. Sam was sipping a Miller Lite and flipping bacon in a pan saying something like, “I don’t usually make it that way, I usually—ah, you know what? I trust you, babe... I know it’ll be good.” He’s so sweet on her. . I love them together and individually. I love that they love me and I will always have a second home with them. I love their love and I am thankful. Asbury Park, NJ. November, 2017. @carrot.volz #whatweatewhere #makeportraits #secondhome #asburypark

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Over a decade ago I remember reading a Diane diPrima book called "Dinners and Nightmares." It was a collection of a lot of things... but the first part of it, "what I ate, where" felt really familiar. It was about the meals she ate and the people she ate them with in all the different pads. . With a similar idea, I've been toying with the idea of putting together a collection of images called "what we ate, where." Not strictly just meals and places, but just sweet moments when people are together. I have so many personal images in friends homes where we share food, on porches we gather on, in dark bars where we hang out, etc... and I really just want a place for all of those photos to live. . This is one of the first images I thought of and it's timely. It's from Christmas Day last year. Shannon was enthralled to have her brother Austin, sister Meredith, her friend Jess, and a couple other close crew/roomates at her home. It was a most relaxing holiday. . After dinner, I descended the stairs and saw this... Meredith fast asleep on the couch and Shannon having a good snuggle with Radar. I could feel all the warmth and love in the room... in the whole house. . I hope that some of these images will remind you of moments when you feel profound warmth and love too. . Meredith, Shannon, and Radar (who is a very good boy). Christmas Day at the house on Green Street. Harrisburg, PA. December, 2017. #whatweatewhere #dianediprima #hburgmade

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I promised Travis that I would pop over to take a few photos of Javier before his senior prom but fuck, I was so hungover that day. The kind of hangover where all of your insides feel like a cauldron, your head throbs, your vision is a little wonky, and any act of care to ease the self-inflicted suffering reminds you that you’re not total trash and still worthy of love and comfort. I sat on a stool in the kitchen with a head in each hand—my own, propped up on the counter and Arlo’s big, sweet Doberman head resting in my lap—while Travis softly laughed and made me juice to fix my insides. It did me a world of good and you’re one hell of a friend. Harrisburg, PA. May, 2018. . @tawatkins18famu #whatweatewhere #makeportraits (at Harrisburg, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/B68ub6yAFik/?igshid=ph26hm0rdmh0

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Usually my work trips aren’t spent in fancy hotels. More often than not, they look very similar to this. . In Philly—I’m posted up on a stool, catching up with Kat as she dances around the kitchen making her morning tinctures and cooking us some kind of dope scramble for breakfast. Both of us still in sweatpants. My legs feel like jello from the shoot the day before. She has a work call in about an hour. I’m so glad we reconnected. . In DC—I get the spare room at Lisa & Christina’s. They’re watching The Bachelorette. JJ is literally weaseling his way in between me and my computer. This goofy dog is so sweet and wants to be as physically close to me as possible. I can tell how stressed Christina is when she gets home from work. I can tell how tired Lisa is—but also, I see how much happier she is in her new job. I’m just so fucking glad to be close to them. . In Asbury—Carrot & Sam’s couch. Post-shoot I’d eat half of a vegan edible and fucking melt into that old couch. “Look who’s all stoney baloney!” Sam would laugh. I’m a lightweight when it comes to weed. There aren’t enough ‘thank you’s in the world for them having me so often in their home on 6th Ave. I watched them slowly break up though. It was hard to witness. But even when both of them were hurting, they always made space for me. I love and appreciate both of you more than you’ll ever know. . In Hoboken, I haul all of my gear from the PATH to a little Irish pub to meet Jason & his roommate. I throw back a Miller Lite and Jason, a whiskey. I’m wiped from being on the train all day. He’s wiped too, traveling home from a Mexico City work trip. We’ll end up on the couch and we won’t make it through an episode of fucking anything before we both pass out. At some point, I come to and gingerly wake him up to tell him to go to bed. Shoot tomorrow. . I love this shit so much. To all my friends who have or will give me a bed, couch, or floor to sleep on—No matter what it looks like, I love spending time with you. Thank you. @katherine.p.reid @lisawalds @morty_in_dc @carrot.volz @biggest.little.big.muff @dontthinktwice24 #whatweatewhere https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Iy_xWg7JisZfjfWrvv-46jKSMX915pYjGFiM0/?igshid=ua9ybvbq15i4

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You have always been filled with this radiant intensity. When you moved to New York, you challenged yourself completely—your education, previous position at F3, your newer position at DCG, the growth of your relationship with Nathan, the friendships and professional partnerships you’ve nurtured. You found place for all of that intensity and propelled yourself into your own wild future... I’m just so stoked to see you thriving. Love you, friend. . Casey at her dad’s house on Silver Lake. Lewisberry, PA. September, 2019. . @kittaquartz #makeportraits #whatweatewhere https://www.instagram.com/p/B3FwebCgFSSuPo0VLH-UduLVcAtEk4NvpQIIDs0/?igshid=1b47ug8u3xgyj

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“Listen, there’s so many beautiful people here just trying to live their lives and go about their affairs. I say my prayers. I believe in a living God. We’re just sojourners. We should be living in a better way. So how’s that?” . We’ll never know how much Naed helped people—it wasn’t quantifiable. And he would have never revealed it to us anyway. But we did know how much he loved. We felt it. . Thank you for the fruits and vegetables and teaching all of us profound lessons on human dignity. Thank you for demonstrating grace. . When we would part ways, you always said, “peace.” Oh, dear Naed, I hope you found peace. . Naed Smith at the Catholic Worker House. Photographed for Local Magazine. Harrisburg, PA. January, 2014. . . . #NaedSmith #catholicworker #Harrisburg #AllisonHill #makeportraits #hburgmade #whatweatewhere #dignity https://www.instagram.com/danifreakinfresh/p/BxV7zqNHRaJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6aijot7vmzd9

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I have always loved the soft cadence of Jeff’s voice—even when everything else is too loud, you can always hear his gentle heart. . My pal, Jeff, and his darling Josephine. Sturges Speakeasy. Harrisburg, PA. May, 2017. . . . #whatweatewhere #makeportraits #pubculture #hburgmade #harrisburg @thesturgesspeakeasy https://www.instagram.com/p/BxQBCYgHr1i/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19sknicw5k1j4

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I feel fiercely protective of this space and the people I love that move through it. It’s also difficult to explain to folks who aren’t familiar with it that I feel a profound sense of community and family at a bar. . This room alone holds the memory of a whole mess of experiences. Sometimes I joke around and call it our living room. But it honestly does feel like that. . On this night, I was freshly back in town and relieved to be home. I marched my happy ass up the stairs of the pub and grabbed a beer. When I looked back at Ashlie & Mo, they were smoking cigarettes, drinking their beer and laughing sweetly with their feet propped up on the other’s lap. Their gestures struck me—so much comfort and relief. This is the tenderness that I know here. The kind I don’t feel anywhere other than these bars in Harrisburg. . Ashlie & Mo upstairs at McGrath’s. I love you both so much. Harrisburg, PA. November, 2018. . . . @ashliesquid @moroccosmodernlife #whatweatewhere #harrisburg @mcgrathspub #pubculture https://www.instagram.com/p/BwGFIHmHQyJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=4k9h2k7ijjkc

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So many times when I go to write something about a friend, I wonder if I’ll ever do them or the moment justice. I’ve tried to write this caption maybe a dozen times and I wanted to post it months ago but whenever I’d pull the photo and try to write, I’d just start crying. That happens more often than I should probably admit. . I remember the magic and history in their home and feeling so welcome there. I remember seeing San Francisco in the way that only Ruben could show it to me... maybe part of the reason we are friends is because we have the same softness for places we know. I, of course, remember the museum, the city hike, the neighborhood haunt, the dinner party and their friends. But best of all, I got the juiciest bit... watching them do the dishes and dance in the kitchen after every one else had left. I already loved Ruben but I fell in love with their love that night—the wild tenderness of it all. . The dishes are done. Ruben & Erica dancing in their kitchen. San Francisco, CA. May, 2018. . . . Love you & miss you, friend. Thanks for all of this. @rubenmonkey #whatweatewhere #sanfrancisco https://www.instagram.com/p/BrlmZ2UHq1e/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fe6m3eh6fi8k

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Jill loves to cook. And she's damn good at it. On mornings when I was crashing with her in Asbury, I'd stand right there in the living room and talk to her while she cooked breakfast for both of us in that tiny red kitchen. . In June, I moved in to Jill's living room. I've been joking with people saying, "I live in my friend's living room at beach. So, this is my 30's..." but honestly, it's fleeting moments in a passing summer and I am the happiest to be there with her. This repeating scene is a source gratitude... and I'm learning more about what to buy and how to open the fridge, take inventory, and make something dope. . I know I'm really going to miss her come October... but for now, I'm just stoked for summer and stoked that I'm eating all the delicious things. . Red kitchen and Jill Audra of my heart. She was making steak & eggs that day. Lots of Israeli Za'atar spice... it's her favorite. Asbury Park, NJ. September, 2017. . @jillaudra #asburypark #whatweatewhere #makeportraits #womenathome #heimat

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So many times when I go to write something about a friend, I wonder if I’ll ever do them or the moment justice. I’ve tried to write this caption maybe a dozen times and I wanted to post it months ago but whenever I’d pull the photo and try to write, I’d just start crying. That happens more often than I should probably admit. . I remember the magic and history in their home and feeling so welcome there. I remember seeing San Francisco in the way that only Ruben could show it to me... maybe part of the reason we are friends is because we have the same softness for places we know. I, of course, remember the museum, the city hike, the neighborhood haunt, the dinner party and their friends. But best of all, I got the juiciest bit... watching them do the dishes and dance in the kitchen after every one else had left. I already loved Ruben but I fell in love with their love that night—the wild tenderness of it all. . The dishes are done. Ruben & Erica dancing in their kitchen. San Francisco, CA. May, 2018. . . . Love you & miss you, friend. Thanks for all of this. @rubenmonkey #whatweatewhere #sanfrancisco #alwaysgo #local #makeportraits https://www.instagram.com/p/Brl2PBaHm3f/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xo4vetav9hsq