Six years ago I started photographing the forgotten objects that I saw as 
I walked the streets of New York City. Besides the common flattened soda 
cans and the lottery tickets, I encountered more personal objects--ones 
that allowed me to imagine a whole world connected to them.

A letter from prison, a set of keys with an actual address attached, and a

Dear John letter are just some examples. As I walked through different

neighbor-hoods, I started to see a pattern. For some reason there are more

shoes left behind on the sidewalks of Hell's Kitchen than in any other 'hood. 
In Williamsburg I found a lot of food (pizza slices), and in Tribeca it was 
business cards. I have walked in four of the five boroughs. There is one

constant. People leave their mark everywhere. Registering these objects is

in a way like collecting. They are the testimony of our time. Each one tells a

story but is also open to interpretation, so you can create your own story...