Run Amy Run

Yesterday was a whirlwind of activity that took me to every corner and three boroughs of the city. It really wasn't much different than most days--my life pretty much follows the plot of Run Lola Run--but yesterday all the bit players and extras were dressed like the Joker and slutty nurses.I started off in Brooklyn with my assistant Geoff prepping images for my upcoming show at the Print Center

Big Openings This Thursday and Friday

� Alison MaloneYesterday I began carb loading in anticipation of a big Thursday gallery crawl. It's not often I make it to the Midtown galleries, but with Fred Herzog and Matthew Pillsbury in the mix I am willing to tear myself away from the usual Thursday night in Chelsea. I have been crowing for a while now about Fred Herzog's brilliantly alive Kodachrome photos of Vancouver from the 50s and

SVA in the Mother F'n House

Untitled, 2004 (#3) � Thomas HoltonAt least once a week I get an email from a photographer asking me if they should apply to the School of Visual Arts MFA Photography program. My answer is always yes and I give a host of reasons why they should consider the school including the facilities, the faculty and the location. The best reason I can give, however, is the amazing work and success of the

The End of a Crazy Week

Spectrum of Life � Matthew PillsburyThe week behind was a little crazy as I tried to complete my Domesticated monograph. I took another trip to Matamoras to make a picture and I have been meeting with graphic designers so I can get cracking on the look and feel of the monograph. I've also been scrambling to get new prints together for a show of my Stranded work at SMoCA. It's hard out here for

School of Visual Arts MFA Football Rules!

Photo illustration by Suellen Parker for The New York Times10 a.m. on a Saturday morning usually finds me stumbling to the front door with coffee in hand to pick up the Saturday edition of the New York Times. The ritual is that by now I have already read the headlines online, so the actual paper is more about looking at the photos in the New York Times Magazine. This morning I was pleased to

Sketches of Spain

� Irving PennIf not for the decades of cocaine and hard partying that took his life in 1991, Miles Davis would have turned 81 yesterday. I can't offer anything new about the man or his numerous contributions to the development of modern music that haven't already been postulated and debated ad nauseam, so I won't even try. I mention Miles' birthday only because we are about to head to