That short trip turned into 5 Years of living in New York
Have you ever had the moment of buying a new phone, but no numbers to put in?
I first moved to Harlem. Manhattan Ave, just across the street from the little Morning Side Park and five Blocks from Central Park.
A friend of mine referred me to a room there, which was actually the turning point to my decision. Since I had a room, I worked on a journalism visa and bought a flight ticket for June 2007.
Harlem was charming but I had to get used to it at the same time. Around my area I would mostly meet people from South Africa. Once a Year they would dress up, wear their traditional clothe and celebrate the African Parade throughout the Upper West Side.
So getting into business I only had two contacts in my pocket who would hopefully get me somewhere. One of them was Akos, a Beauty, [&] Hair Photographer. He wasn’t working that much at the time and couldn’t help me with any Assisting job, but what he could do, was giving me two go to addresses to start with.
Pier95 - and Milk Studios. Go there and start working.
I walked into Pier 95 Studios that same day to apply for an internship. They didn’t really had much time, so I took my stuff and walked over to Milk. Before I fully understood what was going on, they took my Polaroid, I filled out a form and had to be there the next day 4PM to start the Nightshift.
I guess that’s how everything started.
How I met Marylene Mey, who became my dearest friend and partner in crime. You will her from her a lot more.
Also Shaun Murdoch, the funniest Guy of all with the most warm heart I have ever met, who got me drunk and stoned, at one of the last times we saw each other in LA. I was jet lagged on top of this, since I had traveled from New York to Paris, to LA and back to New York in only 5 days. At least, Shaun got me a cab, right on time to catch my flight back. I guess I would have missed that one for sure.
Also Devin Doyle, the night manager at the time, who pushed Mary and me to the edge by letting us carry the heaviest shit throughout the shifts at night.
Not to forget Andy Boyle, my favourite person from Australia with an addiction for concerts and music who was able to photograph his favourite bands live with so much passion, I was often amazed by.
And of course Nico, he wasn't working at Milk actually, but he got me on board with Christopher Micaud, a photographer I probably learned the most of light wise. I couldn't stand him when we first met. All this young, superficially crap he would talk, but he turned into one of my best friends and feeling home buddy.
We all started at the same time at Milk. We all started the same journey and took different turns on our ways.