I photographed public sex through a hole cut in my jacket pocket. I was playing a very low-tech James Bond with my $20 camera and thrift store windbreaker. The thrill of shooting came from pressing closer, trying to get more of the action that unfolded before me. The result was a document of increasing involvement. The work starts with environmental shots, images that were made while I was trying to get comfortable with the sound of the camera, the whine of it’s motor, and climaxes with an impromptu orgy and a blowjob close-up.

The project became an idealized landscape of cruising; the romantic quality of the landscape signaled fantasies of the homosocial. The arboreal borders of the park became a concrete separation from the mores of city life and a movement into homoscoial fantasy: cowboys or camping, military maneuvers or westward settlers. The park became the physical space of desire.

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