“It’s one of the most agreeable, simpatico, attractive, and therefore completely obnoxious places to live on Earth.”
–Jonathan Lethem on Brooklyn
The first in a photo series aptly entitled “Me & Korean Children”…
A question I often get from new people goes something like this: “So… Jef with one-f? What’s that about?” My response to this question usually involves a combination of the story about when and why I dropped the second f (college, superfluity/pretense) along with a bon mot (oh my) about how “Jef Taylor” gives me higher Google results than “Jeff Taylor” or “Jeffrey Taylor,” which is a good thing for an artist trying to get his name out there.
Yes, I’ve covered this issue before, but it’s becoming more acute lately, so I’m covering it again. Bear with. Or don’t––just navigate away from this maddening repetition so I can post compromising stories about you.
I want people to read this blog but sometimes I don’t want anyone to know it’s me. I have some fun and entertaining stories of late that I simply can’t post on here because the internet is a surprisingly small place for a one-f Jef. I don’t understand how people walk this line, but lately I walk it by posting lots of pictures, imagined (or not) dialogues, and complaints about the line itself. The line sucks.
So, it would seem that removing the f from my name has resulted a Catch-22 of sorts, part of which goes like this:
Obsessive readers would recall that I did post that passage a few years ago, but I pretty sure I’m the only obsessive anything around here.
Finally, here’s your goddamn photograph…
…back when I had two-f’s.
…and call me Uncle Jef.
A freak storm hit parts of NYC yesterday evening, and I was lucky enough to be testing the new camera at the time. At approximately one and a half minutes in, you can see and hear the windows of Brooklyn Industries (the store across the street) shatter, and if you listen closely you can hear me say “Jesus Christ!”
…I have some photos of the destruction, which I’ll hopefully post.