Our home is filled with vinyl that we listen to almost daily on our couch with our cat Unicorn drinking coffee as we share stories of our previous day.
We are lovers of vintage clothing, miniature things, and pirate ships.
We wanted photographs of ourselves together and they had to reflect us entirely.
There was only one place in the world that we felt would be fitting for us…Strider Records in the West Village. We loved it there. It was a divey record store for the serious classic vinyl lover. Bob owned it since 1979. I was 4. He also owns a seat at the Blind Tiger as a warm welcome-ed regular. This is where we met. If he's not schooling you on doo-wop..he's schooling you on craft beer. Mike and I went in to his shop a few times and always left his store with GEMS. Nothing was really in order ( to us..that is..) and thats what made it so New York City beautiful. Bob knew where every single album was without a flinch, just as I know exactly where a trinket my little sister gave me when I was 16 is.. even though I haven't touched it in 10 years. This was his home and we were in it. It felt proper...the way an old record store should feel.
On the day of the shoot, Bob met us at the door with sad eyes and trembling keys. He told us that his beloved store was closing, and it wasn't his choice. He was being pushed out, kicking and screaming. It was strange being there on this day knowing that it was the end of an era. We are so grateful to have had this moment to appreciate what he had given us and to the city. We cherish this shoot for many reasons. This is for Bob.