Here, life pulsates with an intensity that defies seasons; summer heat radiates through every alley and courtyard. Amongst the throng of locals and wanderers, chance encounters become narratives. A casual wait for a friend might lead to tales from a dog-walking local who once shared moments with Jimi Hendrix. A cigarette shared with a street-dweller unveils a Thanksgiving-style confession of a barroom brawl with Patti Smith. Even a trip to the local deli might yield unexpected encounters with drag artists offering more than a meal.

NEW YORK CITY, NY — Mick, the epitome of New York City’s fashion scene, emerges as a beacon of resilience and creativity, challenging stereotypes and redefining success in the competitive world of modeling. With over seven years in the industry, Mick’s journey from a small-town upbringing in Delaware to the vibrant streets of the Lower East Side showcases her unwavering determination and magnetic charm.

” IS IT IMPORTANT TO BE A SEER? MAKE ONESELF A SEER? THE ARTIST BECOMES A SEER THROUGH A LONG, BOUNDLESS AND REASONED EXPLOSION OF ALL THE SENSES. ALL SHAPES OF LOVE SUFFERING AND ALL KINDS OF MADNESS. HE SEARCHES HIMSELF, HE EXHAUSTS ALL POISONS IN HIMSELF, TO PURE HIS UNIQUE QUINTESSENCES. A HEAVY TORTURE WHERE HE BECOMES AMONG ALL MEN THE GREAT PATIENT, THE GREAT CRIMINAL, THE GREAT ACCUSED ONE -AND THE SUPREME SCHOLAR! THUS HE REACHES THE UNKNOWN!… -THE ARTIST, A THIEF OF FIRE! “

Welcome to our photography exhibition, inspired by the profound musings of David Foster Wallace in “Infinite Jest.” Wallace’s analogy of a key ring with a hundred keys, and the willingness to try each one to unlock a door of limitless potential, serves as our guiding philosophy tonight.

THE EMPTY HAND OF INNOCENCE.TRANSFUSING STREET OF THE SORROWS
AND CHILDREN OF THE WOOD
HOUNDED, SHREDDING ALL VEILS. AND WINDING ALL SHEETS OF THE DEAD WORLD DRONING. OVERTURNING TABLES LADEN WITH SILVER SACRIFICIAL BIRDS. BEATING GOAT-SKIN DRUMS. ADVANCING WITH HANDS OUT-STRETCHED. AND WE KEEP FILLING THEM WITH MERCURY NITRATE, ASBESTOS
BABY BOMBS BLASTING BLUE
SCAVENGERS PICKING THROUGH THE ASHES. CHILDREN OF THE MILLS!
CHILDREN OF THE JUNKYARDS! SLEEPY, ILLITERATE, FUZZY LITTLE RATS HAUNTED, PAINT-SNIFFIN’, STONED OUT OF THEIR SHAVED HEADS
FORGOTTEN, FORAGING, MYSTICAL CHILDREN
FOUL-MOUTHED, GLASSY EYED, HALLUCINATING.

” MUSIC WAS NOT A CHOICE FOR ME. IT IS AN ESSENTIAL PART OF MY LIFE, A NECESSITY, ACTUALLY. MUSIC IS MY ULTIMATE LOVE, AND I ENJOY SHARING THIS LOVE WITH EVERYONE ELSE THAT FEELS THE SAME. I GUESS THIS IS WHY I CHOSE DJ, SO I COULD SHARE THIS FEELING WITH OTHERS. “