Friday, April 22, 2011


Anyone that follows my amateur photography knows I'm a sucker for flicking neon lights. I do not know why. The unexplained hypnotism is why most of us do cool shit nowadays anyway. Must of been all those late nights waiting for the bus on Queens Boulevard. That or 42nd street in the late 80's! Was it the glow? The equal negative and positive spaces? The handmade typography? Peep shows?!

Whatever it was – they're fucking rad, and I'm getting a epic Creep Street one made too! So here's a buncha them taken by that guy Terry Richardson, stolen from his diary.

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