Our lease expired in Jessie’s and my little dorm room apartment on 66th street. For the past 5 days I’ve been vagabonding it on couches. It’s been alright. A little emotionally exhausting to be so scatterbrained, but I am not so attached to my belongings anymore—which is liberating. And not so attached to the idea of my personal space I need for my sanity.

I have two days left in New York and I’m back to the Texas heat. It will be nice to swim again, and get some vitamin d rays. Today I was in the elevator going up to the 12th floor to Courtney’s apartment and the guy next to me says, ‘that’s a good floor, lots of light, I used to live on that floor.’ Light is one of those elusive things in New York. Who knew?! I took portraits of a part time bartender part time soap star in the evening when I thought the light would be just right. We walked maybe 20 blocks and finally found light reflecting off a building, the 72nd train stop building for the 1, 2, 3 trains. The sun is usually always out, but you’d never know it because the buildings are in the way. It will be surreal to go back to so much sky and Lizzie.

For the past few weeks, I've been photographing Burlesque performances for my own personal project, NYC Burlesque. I am specifically focusing on how women defy stereotypes to define their own sense of sexy. I can’t decide if I should convert of all of the images to black and white for uniformity. I love the blue feathers and I can’t bring myself to lose that. I don’t know. I’ll think about it. I’ll probably just do all of them in color. For now, here is both b/w and color to test the waters. From here on out, on my website, I will not include a single photograph from an event, but rather as Robert Cappa puts it a picture ‘is a cut of the whole event…which will show more of the real truth of the affair to someone who was not there than the whole scene.’ Hopefully many cuts of the whole will show what the whole is all about.