I shot the cover and an eight-page feature for Les Inrockuptibles, the iconic French culture mag. The subject: Stoya — sharp, unsentimental, and unflinching as ever.

With just days left, the Kickstarter has blown past its goal and the book is officially headed to print. Press reactions have ranged from dream logic to downtown lust, with features in PAPER, Vice, LUI, and The Independent.

PAPER magazine just ran a full feature on FUCKING NEW YORK, and they nailed it — from public intimacy to reverse voyeurism, from Stoya to Candice’s ass in Trump’s face.

Flavorwire just featured FUCKING NEW YORK, calling it “abstract, playful, strange, beautiful, ecstatic, and occasionally downright possessed.”

The FUCKING NEW YORK book is finally live on Kickstarter. Years in the making, this unapologetic, intimate, and city-wide project is ready to exist in print. Back it, share it, or just take a look at what happens when desire meets New York with nothing to prove and nothing to hide.

The FUCKING NEW YORK Collector’s Edition is here: just 100 copies, signed, numbered, and encased in a black-on-black clamshell.

The FUCKING NEW YORK book is almost here. This trailer offers your first real glimpse — not just of the images, but the voices of women behind them. If you’re wondering what it means to fuck New York — start here.

In this video interview with Honeysuckle magazine, I talk through the origin and evolution of FUCKING NEW YORK — featuring quotes from the series’ participants, including Jane Cogger’s unforgettable manifesto: “I will commit acts that delight the delightful and disgust the disgusting.”

This outtake from my Beautiful Savage shoot with Hannah Vandermolen didn’t make the final cut — but maybe it should’ve. Strange, still, and mercury-lit, it’s less a portrait than an apparition. Some frames just arrive fully formed.

My second assignment for LIAR magazine became one of my all-time favorites — thanks to an electric collaboration with stylist Sofia Karvela. Her vision shaped every frame of Sound of Silence, a 12-page editorial starring Tina Veshaguri as a woman dancing alone through an empty nightclub.

Shot across a sweltering Manhattan for Harper’s Bazaar Serbia’s June 2015 issue, this 12-page fashion story with model Marina Cooper turns summer in the city into a statement — all heat, grit, and glamour, with no need to escape.

For the premiere issue of LIAR magazine, I shot Clara Settje in a series that threads the same city streets as FUCKING NEW YORK — but this time, the heat’s turned inward. The story follows a woman who seems to haunt New York, not live in it.

Blindness opened at Kinfolk Gallery as part of The Classical Elements: A Photographic Interpretation, a group exhibition alongside Spencer Tunick, Erica Simone, and Shae DeTar.

Shot on the streets of New York City, this short fashion film captures Abby Brothers in motion — raw, radiant, and barely touching the ground.

What started as a raw, obsessive art project about lust and the city twisted into a full-blown fashion editorial for Beautiful Savage — complete with heels, heat, and high concept. Same hunger, just dressed sharper.

Three women. Two looks. Zero mercy. Marina Djordjević stares you down in designs by Marta Miljanić and styling by Elena Nikolaevna — three Furies disguised as a fashion team.

This holiday season’s hottest photobook lineup is: Nan Goldin, Larry Sultan, Miles Aldridge, and the Surrealists. This list has everything: moody suburban dads, glitter-drenched mannequins, naked people crying, and Salvador Dalí high on absinthe in a silk robe. It’s ike if your seasonal cheer came with a safe word.

In early 2012, I collaborated with fashion designer Tamara Jarić on a fashion campaign built around restraint, tension, and precision. Cool, quiet power, sharpened to a point.

Three albums for your pleasure. Scott Walker & Sunn O))) drag you into the void. Swans pummel you into the floorboards. And Robert Plant, somehow, walks away with the sexiest, strangest record of the bunch.

Back in 2011, Zach Baron and I retraced the delirious footsteps of Hunter S. Thompson through Las Vegas — he wrote, I shot. This is our dispatch from the desert, where the American Dream once burned bright, then got weird.

Three photobooks that blur the line between intimacy and intrusion, by Antoine d’Agata, Alan Moore & Melinda Gebbie, and Sandra S. Phillips.

Photographing Michael Gira for The New Yorker was an honor, but it was what happened after the shoot that I’ll never forget: a quiet room, an acoustic guitar, and a new Swans song, played just for two.

Published yesterday, Photo District News featured FUCKING NEW YORK with a write-up that caught the tone exactly right: surreal, sensual, a little unhinged. Getting this kind of recognition — from a publication I’ve long respected — means a lot, especially for a project this provocative.

“He makes pressing your breasts at a window look eloquent, enchanting. Hmm. Hmmmm. Hmmmmmm.”

The New York Times just profiled me — a full feature in yesterday’s paper. I’d been shooting the city’s after-dark underbelly for years, and it feels like both a crown and maybe, just maybe, the closing chapter of my nightlife photography run.

March 14th, 1999. A Sunday night in Belgrade. My last ever radio show, though I didn’t know it yet.