On a winter day in 2013 I crossed the Hudson River, drove into Troy and fell in love.
Drinking a glass of wine at the Southend Tavern, I told myself that I would return to Troy the following weekend. For the next ten years, I returned to Troy with my Hasselblad camera on a regular basis.
Troy is an old industrial town, with factories that made bricks, iron and shirt collars. Troy is also known as “The Collar City”. Some of the factories are still functional, but many have shut down.
Part of the magic of Troy is that the graffiti-covered factories are mixed in with grand houses built by the wealthy families who owned them in the 19th century. More recently, many families have moved to Troy, restoring homes and becoming part of the community. Many of these reconstructed houses retain the original Troy brick and colorful Tiffany windows.
The portraits in this book are not just of brief acquaintances, rather they are of people who became an important part of my life. To this day, every time I cross that bridge I feel that I am coming home again.