Tim Barber


Here I am up in the sun-flared canopy over Forsyth Street, just north of Grand, in New York City, wearing, incorrectly, a home-made owl mask, which was once a part of a Halloween costume, over an ancient yellowed Bevis & Butthead baseball hat and a nice blue button-down made my friends Max & Suzanne, posing like half a tea pot, spout hand holding a Nikon F90, stern faced.