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BIOGRAPHY
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GALLERIES

Portrait of a Community: Dupont Circle, Washington, DC

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PHOTOS

winter, 4:00pm.

winter

Grandfather and grandson, winter

Varocca

Trophy

Samuel

Stock Market

Isaiah

Grandfather and Grandson, Summer

Four gentle men

Bethany

I saw Claudia crossing the street, caught up with her halfway down the block. She was on her way to see her mother.

Kenyata plays old Coltrane tunes at Connecticut and P Street.

Tiny is milddly retarded, drug addicted, homeless. She said "I'll look like this, okay?" and showed me how she would hold her head for the photo.

This is Mark again; he is now deceased from alcohol withdrawal seizures while in jail. This was about a week before the arrest.

Varocca used to be a resident but has not been seen in two years. She was a tremendously talented girl, could talk all the dollars out of the dirty old men. Never tell her she looks like Liza Minelli.

Manny on P Street

P Street between 19th and Connecticut, very cold, windy day.

Neil with a busted eye and nose. "Seems like the less you have, the more they want to take it," he said.

"Just tired out is all. Been a long day."

You never hear anyone just looking for Neil. It's always "Drunk-ass Neil."

Phant made angels wings to sell for twenty dollars a pair. She was her own billboard.

Jody is another of the vets. He is in and out of the VA hospital for leukemia and DTs.

P Street after the rain.

End of the day, beginning of night.

This group resided in the circle for most of the summer of 2001. Everything, from their shoes to their pants to their plaing cards, was held together with duct tape.

another card player

merchant, 20th and P Street, just above the circle.

Jody, cleaned up and looking for work.

also one of the card players.

Jody had just been given a bone marrow transplant at Tulane University Hospital courtesy of the VA. This was the day he returned to DC. I had never seen him looking so healthy. A week later, I had never seen him looking so haggard.

waiting with roses

the crew

the trio

another card player.

sad-eyed lady

jody in winter of 2000/2001

retired bike messenger

card player

early evening, muddy boots and a paper.

gwen

hand with henna decoration.

He was with the card players for a while, then left.

varocca again.

John has a miracle cure for bad knees, though it didn't seem to work on his.

quiet thursday afternoon

she was a frequent visitor to the circle, but I haven't seen her in two years.

He sits in the Latino section. Funny, pleasant fellow, but I saw him and his buddies beat the hell out of a guy and take his cheap watch; they were mad at him because he had been caught stealing from someone they knew.

I never got her name. She agreed to be photographed but didn't want to say anything.

Life runs past. At some point, its mother picks it up and takes it home.

The ground is littered with young lovers.

All images are from a long-term project showing life and people of the Dupont Circle neighborhood of Washington, DC.

Very late at night, lit by streetlights. His girlfriend is around somewhere, he's not sure where. He thinks she's coming back. He's tired.

Jody, December 15 2002.

All images are from a long-term project showing life and people of the Dupont Circle neighborhood of Washington, DC.

One of the Latinos had a raging crush on her; she was oblivious.

All images are from a long-term project showing life and people of the Dupont Circle neighborhood of Washington, DC.

All images are from a long-term project showing life and people of the Dupont Circle neighborhood of Washington, DC.

All images are from a long-term project showing life and people of the Dupont Circle neighborhood of Washington, DC.

Along the southeastern arc of the circle, the latinos congregate after work every day.

She and her boyfriend are probably breaking up.

From left to right, reading, reading, and reading.

Two of them are in a photo class at Georgetown University. The third is a stranger to them who happened to sit down and start peering around with her camera.

reading

Chess player with shades

Mark has been on the street for several years. Very quiet, gentle fellow.

Late at night, illuminated by streetlight, waiting on a friend and just spotted him across the street.

She wants to be a model. She went to a tryout but was told they wanted someone "normal." She was sad.

There are several universities very close by and there are always students spread out in the grass.

Frequent visitor to the park. Usually surrounded by friends, but alone today.

She is some sort of engineer or software designer and calls herself a nerd. She was in the park with her husband. She is a very mystical nerd.

Linda was one of the staff photographers when the metro tunnels were excavated. She is very gracious when she is sober. Usually, it's best not to get in her way.

Late at night, late in the summer. Tim (on the right) went to rehab, got a job and an apartment. Now he is back. Job, apartment, and sobriety are gone. Nobody was happy or sad or surprised to see him.

She stands by the Starbucks every day, leaning on the newspaper boxes and saying hello to strangers. Her legs swell up so bad she has to go to the hospital twice a month to have the fluid drained off.

Connecticut Avenue just a half block up from the circle.

There is an informal buddy system, especially in winter. Chuck and Tim are often together. Before he died, Neil was usually there too. This is Chuck.

And this is Tim, not long after release from the rehab.

This fellow is one of the shopping cart homeless. He is on the Latino quarter of the circle, doesn't speak a word of English. He loves his picture though.

one of the bike couriers

juggler

pacing and waiting.

a one-time visitor. never saw him again.

thursday afternoon

another of coffee shop jen

Chanda is studying language instruction at a local university.

Monique.

Waking up on a beautiful July afternoon.

Nora is passing through from Connecticut. She is a teacher.

Natalia is living in the US now. She came from Russia two years ago.

traveling from ohio

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Lisa wants to do more photography. She has a camera but wonders where it is.

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Rita wants to go to Philadelphia to go to art school. She thinks there is more to being creative than sitting around the Diag smoking reefer.

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This is Maggie. She liked this shot because it looked like Europe.

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Zach is an art student. Amber is with Zach. Zach is thinking about splitting.

Every so often the evangelicals show up and occupy a street corner, plug in the bullhorn and preach the holy hogwash. Seen no sinners saved by their method.

On the fringe of the football pep rally.

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Mike, aka Estel, has translucent eyes.

Also at the pep rally

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streetcorner preacher with a bullhorn.

One of the streetcorner believers.

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