Sensitive Skin Magazine

David West documents the musicians of the avant-garde, the people of the underground milieu and his experiences of urban life. His work is historical and intimate. He presents culturally saturated images that draw from his deep imaginative reservoir.

The white rain of petals that fell for a week is done.
What catches now in my hair
are the dried blossoms of the Callery Pear…

People like to blame things—they like to pretend life is an accident, that it’s not their fault.   But accidents can be intentional.  We make ourselves magnets by our aggressive apathy.  On top of that we are fascinated by the idea of contingency—it suggests a value to individual existence.  But there is none really.  And so I was working on the Papa Sri Frank Payne path to nirvana—drink like a fish, speak to no one, indulge regret—alcohol, asceticism, hindsight. 

Beer, crabs, and drunken conversation – what could go wrong?

A thief of the imagination, TB takes the photographs that we have in our heads. He came to NYC from St. Louis, a teenage East Village Tom Sawyer with a movie already lived that he made up in his head…