These images were made in loft spaces in Brooklyn after huge parties and art events.  I revel in the lushness of what is left behind in these makeshift spaces that are true labors of love by their creators, and the little mysteries that they reveal.  There is a tension created between happiness and sadness: an elaborately decorated DJ booth, crushed empty cups strewn about the floor, and large, silent, black speakers amongst traces of a celebration, with no celebration to be seen.  It is the after and the in-between that interest me most and It is here that the conversation happens for me.

These images were made in loft spaces in Brooklyn after huge parties and art events.  I revel in the lushness of what is left behind in these makeshift spaces that are true labors of love by their creators, and the little mysteries that they reveal.  There is a tension created between happiness and sadness: an elaborately decorated DJ booth, crushed empty cups strewn about the floor, and large, silent, black speakers amongst traces of a celebration, with no celebration to be seen.  It is the after and the in-between that interest me most and It is here that the conversation happens for me.

04_LaurenSilberman_Danger.jpg
unholyfuckup_1.jpg
Rubulad_church_main_18x14.jpg
Rubulad_church_18x14.jpg
03_LaurenSilberman_Rotgut.jpg
Afterparty_Rubulad_Gowanus.jpg
mkthtl_sign_3.jpg
Afterparty_DBA_Panorama.jpg
Afterparty_headscapes copy.jpg
AlderManor3.jpg
The_Schamonchi.jpg
RedLotus_1.jpg
RedLotus_5.jpg
 These images were made in loft spaces in Brooklyn after huge parties and art events.  I revel in the lushness of what is left behind in these makeshift spaces that are true labors of love by their creators, and the little mysteries that they reveal.  There is a tension created between happiness and sadness: an elaborately decorated DJ booth, crushed empty cups strewn about the floor, and large, silent, black speakers amongst traces of a celebration, with no celebration to be seen.  It is the after and the in-between that interest me most and It is here that the conversation happens for me.
04_LaurenSilberman_Danger.jpg
unholyfuckup_1.jpg
Rubulad_church_main_18x14.jpg
Rubulad_church_18x14.jpg
03_LaurenSilberman_Rotgut.jpg
Afterparty_Rubulad_Gowanus.jpg
mkthtl_sign_3.jpg
Afterparty_DBA_Panorama.jpg
Afterparty_headscapes copy.jpg
AlderManor3.jpg
The_Schamonchi.jpg
RedLotus_1.jpg
RedLotus_5.jpg

These images were made in loft spaces in Brooklyn after huge parties and art events.  I revel in the lushness of what is left behind in these makeshift spaces that are true labors of love by their creators, and the little mysteries that they reveal.  There is a tension created between happiness and sadness: an elaborately decorated DJ booth, crushed empty cups strewn about the floor, and large, silent, black speakers amongst traces of a celebration, with no celebration to be seen.  It is the after and the in-between that interest me most and It is here that the conversation happens for me.

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