It’s about strangers.
I live in Brooklyn. I wrote a novel inspired by these vignettes. It’s called Follow Me Down, and will be out in 2011.
When necessary, I write ads.
~Kio Stark
mywholename [at] gmail
maybe it was you.
It’s about strangers.
I live in Brooklyn. I wrote a novel inspired by these vignettes. It’s called Follow Me Down, and will be out in 2011.
When necessary, I write ads.
~Kio Stark
mywholename [at] gmail
Thank you for this site. It is beautiful.
I love your work.
These little essays are excellent – like good photojournalism in text form – you capture a lot in a very succinct manner.
Lovely work!
Words flowing like droplets of water here. Having visited your flickr account am wondering why some of those images don’t appear here?
Thank you. They’re just different mediums. Most of what is written here is not anything that could be photographed.
Kio, I kind of like the photo when it’s not a literal translation of the thought. But it’s not necessarily an easy to do. One could also say that an image could add in ways that words might fail.
Strange yet familiar sights all around. Thank you for this reminder of the city’s brilliance.
i suppose there`s always “something” happening around us, which we could observe, talk about, and maybe even photograph; only if we paid attention to it. narrating it later on, is an art.
something you seem to have mastered.
very interesting blog!
I think you write brilliantly.
Your piece about the guy trying to photocopy a form gave me a lump in my throat.
Hi Kio,
I don’t know if you remember me. I was your daycare teacher In Washington Heights when you were two years old.I was good friends with your parents, and used to visit you in Binghampton. I moved to California to teach at Park Day School, and lost touch of you and your mom after your dad died. I was really sad to lose touch with you. I hope you and your mom are doing well. It looks like you have an interesting life
Warm regards,
Suzie