Red Hook's living room. Where I met some of my most incredible, talented, broken, quirky friends. If I wasn't behind the bar for the random happy hour shift, you could find me on the other side of it most days. A few months in advance of the closing in January 2018, it started to really sink in that I would never get to feel that room again — the room had a hive feeling and, for better or worse,  you could thrive on the general mood of the lot of us. It was truly a beautiful thing. Novelist Ivy Pochoda captures & describes this perfectly in her very apt and touching eulogy for Grubstreet.

This is just a small collection of the hundreds (or perhaps thousands) of photos that I frantically (mostly drunkenly) captured in its final months.  It seems appropriate to call this series "from where I sit” for obvious reasons.

You can leaf through "from where I sit" below. In addition to the drink, all photos were taken with available/natural light (no flash), so the quality isn't the best in some shots. Nonetheless, I hope this brings back warm memories to those who loved that room in the same way that I did.

Note:
if you'd like to use any of these photos, don't be a thieving douchebag - please contact me for permission.
if you are featured in any of these photos and would like for them to be removed from the website, please contact me.