Fourth set in the Polaroids Series are straight shots with no video camera. The theme is Saint Anthony’s. A lovely coed fraternity I spent a huge part of my life with. A refuge full of like-minded people I love.

Initially I was taken to Saint A’s by high school friend Ann Abercrombie and her college friends. In the late eighties it was populated by goths, punks, nerds and queers. The subculture changed but the general idea did not.

The fact that it is coed makes a huge difference. None of the brotastic leanings of most fraternities on fraternity lane. The fact that it redeemed an irredeemable concept is amazing. I normally never associate with something like a college fraternity. Another great life lesson.

Overall these are pictures of people I love. Even if they are far away or in a different place in their life. The memories of a home and of being loved are still returned after all this time.

Now on to a discussion of the imagery. Having lately gone over my work I have noticed huge similarities between Andy Warhol and my work. It would be foolish to deny this. It’s even harder to deny because my walk to work goes right by a gallery that specializes in Warhol serigraphs.

Most recently a friend posted an exhibition of Warhol’s Polaroids on my Facebook wall. I was editing these sets at the time and it really struck me. Warhol has been a huge influence on my whole life.

But my feelings have changed over the years. The horror of his predictions becoming Nene Leakes and her ilk. A career made of being an aspiring Kardashian sycophant has caused me to check out of the Warhol Factory.

So here you have Polaroids of nobodies just like me. Just people from my own private universe. A bubble of personal stars. Which in the age of social media is exactly right now.