Zoe Strauss arrived at the press preview for her Ten Years installation at the Philadelphia Museum of Art yesterday sleepy-eyed, yet buoyant – her gray hoodie and blue jeans a welcome contrast to the roving sea of cotton Dockers and tweed milling about the place.

Zoe Strauss came as she was. Nothing more. Nothing less. She came as the unassuming kid from the northeast who acted on an impulse to develop an installation underneath the beams of I-95 a little over 10 years ago. She came as the friendly neighborhood photog … an ambitious young storyteller who possessed the rare combination of guts and compassion necessary to wander into some of the city’s deepest pockets; to capture her subjects in that fleeting moment between spontaneous and staged; to befriend and document the travails of everyday people who had somehow managed to fall between the cracks.  Continue reading →

“Fire” by Arthur Brown

Photo Credit: Bob Hill

(Welcome to week seven of the Friday Afternoon Serial. If you haven’t had an opportunity to read Chapters 1-6, we highly recommend doing so before delving forward into Chapter Seven. Otherwise, enjoy. Pass it on. After the jump, a homecoming.)   Continue reading →

Read Subhuman: Volume One, an online serial novel

Angie Thompson did not work on Friday nights.

Danny Petzak knew this about her. Danny Petzak knew several things about Angie Thompson.

He knew she enjoyed crossword puzzles and snacking on pecans. He knew she had an aqua broach that she only wore with her matching mohair sweater. He knew the first thing she did when she arrived at the bakery every night was hang her denim jacket on a three-inch nail, located just beyond the swinging doors.

Danny knew all of Angie’s shirts were frayed at the cuff, that she rarely wore shoes behind the counter, that when the bakery wasn’t busy, she’d stare out the display window for hours at a time. He knew she watched reruns of Seinfeld every night at six-thirty, The Simpsons at seven, and Seinfeld again at seven-thirty. He knew Angie Thompson sang to herself when she thought no one else was listening, that she had difficulty lifting Hefty bags into the back alley dumpster, that once a week she’d wander across the street to the A-Plus Mini Market to buy a handful of Tootsie Rolls.  Continue reading →

“Wintertime Love” by the Doors

Photo Credit: Bob Hill

(Welcome to week six of the Friday Afternoon Serial. If you haven’t had an opportunity to read Chapters 1-5, we highly recommend doing so before delving forward into Chapter Six. Otherwise, enjoy. Pass it on. After the jump, February is the cruelest month of the year.)  Continue reading →

(Welcome to week five of the Friday Afternoon Serial. If you haven’t had an opportunity to read Chapters 1-4, we highly recommend doing so before delving forward into Chapter Five. Otherwise, enjoy. Pass it on. After the jump, Bobby Lee shares the stage with a comic book legend.)  Continue reading →

(Welcome to week four of the Friday Afternoon Serial. If you haven’t had an opportunity to read Chapter One, Chapter Two or Chapter Three, we highly recommend doing so before delving forward into Chapter Four. Otherwise, enjoy. Pass it on. After the jump, an overdue confrontation.)  Continue reading →

(Welcome to week three of the Friday Afternoon Serial. If you haven’t had an opportunity to read Chapter One or Chapter Two, we highly recommend doing so before delving forward into Chapter Three. Otherwise, enjoy. Pass it on. After the jump, we flashback to a simpler time.)  Continue reading →