I was recently inspired by an episode of Parts Unknown (Anthony Bourdain's latest show, on CNN) to photograph and document something that has become a bit of an obsession. For lack of a better term, I call it "ruin porn".
The episode I'm referring to here involved Detroit, and a tour of its existence long after its downfall. It reminded me of the area where I was born in Northeast Pennsylvania. The big businesses gone, faithful locals holding on to a place they call home, finding happiness and prosperity amidst the wreckage from massive industries long departed.
I mentioned to my dad that I wanted to take some pictures of deserted buildings, namely a coal breaker that is barely a pile of steel at this point, but the snow prevented that adventure (at least for this visit). But where he ended up taking me to snap a few pictures seemed even more surreal- the ground on which had stood the sewing factory where my grandmother sewed buttons onto Leslie Faye dresses.
