SCOTT GORDON BLEICHER PHO(BLOG)GRAPHY

Midtown yoga.

Long Island City, Tuesday Morning.

(Presented Jackanory style.)

Rise and shine.

Make coffee.

Take a shower.

Coffee’s done.

Gear check.

Breakfast #1.

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And here.

Travel light.

Out the door, down the hall.

Buenos dias.

Bushwick foyer.

The neighborhood.

A one-eyed beetle.

She’s seen better days.

The station.

The turnstile.

The train.

Mind the gap.

Morning commute.

Morning chaos.

Topside.

Morning paper.

Cafe Fresco Latina.

Pastry options, but no egg sandwiches.

Coffee #2.

Egg sandwich attempt #2.

Breakfast menu.

Egg sandwich success/breakfast #2.

Hail a cab.

This one.

Buckle up.

Back seat driver.

Arrival.

(Public Service Announcement)

Waiting in the lobby.

Which way?

This way.

Down the hall.

Around the corner.

Final destination.

Some assembly required.

The goods.

The set.

The looks.

The talent.

The shoot.

I was in Pittsburgh last week

I was in the City of Champions last week, working on a shoot with good friend and outstanding photographer Matthew Furman. It was a quick flight out of LaGuardia, only spending about 45 minutes in the air.

We would only have twenty-four hours in the Steel City, and most of that time was to be spent scouting and shooting. After dropping our gear and luggage at the hotel, we met with the art directors and enjoyed plates of pierogis and hand-crafted beers at The Church Brew Works- a brewpub set in the nave of a hundred-year old Roman Catholic church, and a worthy mecca to any beer drinker’s pilgrimage.

An early call time in the morning was followed up by a long and rewarding day of shooting in the city. And the perfect parting meal upon leaving Pittsburgh? A quick trip to the Strip District for a Primanti Bros. sandwich, famous for its fistful of cole slaw and french fries between the bread, a staple of hard-working steelworkers and hungry truck drivers for decades.

And now, photographers too.