My aim is to document the human face behind the entire flow of how people are fed — the materials, the processing, transport, cooking, serving, cleaning.
This is Jesse. He noticed my camera on my table, complimented it, and we got to talking.
He’s currently busing tables at Maggie’s on Meeker, in Kent, but he’s a photographer himself. Family obligations have cut into that recently, though. He likes to shoot concerts — as I’ve been known to do. He’s also a graphic designer.
Nice, friendly guy.
In Bologna.
On the Fondamenta Ormesini. Taken from across the Rio della Misericordia from a seat in the Ghimel Garden restaurant, in the Ghetto.
Not that I ever called him that to his face. But his jaunty swagger, bullet shaped head, and rough-but-hilarious talk made the parallel inevitable. He was the clear king of his domain, a street restaurant in the Temple Street Night Market. Yau Ma Tei, Hong Kong.
While we were eating at the Yemen Cafe in Brooklyn, they received a delivery from their halal butcher. I started making a picture or two, and this fellow noticed me. I love his pride.
George, at Pop’s Diner in Flushing.
As it was in Los Angeles, circa 1988. The corner of 1st Street and Alameda Street in Little Tokyo.