Archive for ‘Craigslist is the best’

September 5th, 2010

The Internet is becoming gentrified

As under-the-radar outlets for  commodities like sex services and temporary housing get phased out of the Internet, a growing gift economy is springing up.

Craiglist has blacked out its “Adult Services” section with a “censored” sign. This follows months of pressure by courts to clean up the chaotic, lawless but endlessly entrepreneurial website. Think of Craiglist as a Silk Road of sorts where transient people are hawking everything — exotic animals, used underwear, semi-formal dates, and of course, the oldest profession, themselves.

But cleaning up the red light alleys on Craiglist isn’t the first sign of the Internet’s gentrification. This summer, the site was also squeezed by a New York law that made it illegal for most NYC apartments to function as “transient hotels.” Craigslist won’t be the only website being affected by the law; regulated sites advertising temporary rentals like  AirBNB (which is completely legit, and satisfied my fussy, complaining, Asian family) and Roomorama (run by an old friend, as a matter of fact) will lose traffic.

As outlets deemed less “legit” get pushed out of the online world, we’re witnessing the rise of the gift economy. A gift economy as opposed to a “black”or “grey” market economy.

When I was still moving between DC and New York City, there’d be nights when I was stranded, crying and pleading on the phone, bracing myself for a strange night.  On one of those surreal, late-night bus trips between DC and NYC, I met someone else who was also living in two places. She gave me her phone number, offered me her couch and a website.

May 25th, 2010

Photographing Michael

I’ll be photographing Michael in lingerie in June. We found each other on Craiglist, met at a bar, had a great time over drinks, decided we were meant for each other, and then fixed a date.

For Michael, it’s a chance of getting outside his own suit-and-tie, 9-to-5 life. “I love my satin panties,” he told me, “I’m classy, not kitschy.” For me, I had no idea what I was thinking when I responded to the ad, except that there was something compelling that I wanted to photograph in this man. “Thank you for being real,” I said, when we parted at the Metro station after an otherworldly conversation about sex, love and lingerie.

So I walked home trying to figure out my role in this whole arrangement. I guess it’s pretty simple: photograph and bear witness to someone else. This unconventional shoot — decidedly non-sexual, just Michael making a statement — has got me thinking a lot about the role of the photographer. And I think I realize now that the ultimate goal of the photojournalist is to recede behind a lens and become invisible. Leaving no mark on your photographs.  Letting your subjects speak for themselves.

It means not judging, not having an aesthetic, being absolutely empathetic. That must be the hardest goal of photography. You could spend your entire life taking thousands of pictures, and never being able to reach that.

March 7th, 2010

Punk rock Martha Stewart baker will tear your kitchen apart

Anyone who aspires to be a baker has to read this Craigslist posting. It is the best.  ’Nuff said.