It’s hard to define what it is to be a photographer beyond the technicalities of operating a camera. The adjusting of aperture settings and shutter speeds create the specific circumstances required to produce an image but taking photographs worthy of being displayed and ingested is something else altogether. It is an intimate exchange between an artist and the world around them. This isn’t an interaction that can be taught or even planned but is rather a spur of the moment dance that is intuitively executed in the comfort of a practiced hand. Like many photographers before me, my photos act as tiny windows into my world. They represent my most private thoughts and experiences and are treated as entries into my diary would be – mostly hidden away and only rarely and carefully revealed for consumption. In these images I am exploring our inherent craving for authenticity. Whether found in the rawness of loss or of love or of simply growing up, it is something without which we feel lost. From the moment I could begin to string together observations and questions and turn them into hypotheses about happiness and worth, I embarked on a personal crusade to find out who I could become. From the crusts of New York, both upper and lower I explored the vast possibilities we are all faced with. From homelessness, drug use and the subcultural mecca of the East Village to the glitz and glamour of the Upper East Side I navigated the cold grey matrix of New York with camera in hand. Exploring these pockets of culture and character feeds my curiosity in a way that only this place can, and is the reason I may never leave it. These photographs are just a small piece of my story -sometimes unfocused and almost always unexpected, they were created in tandem with the disorienting joyride of growing into adulthood.