The Glitches of Brooklyn
Seagulls of Glitchton Beach
Brighton Beach held its rhythm—the gulls low to the sand, the tide shifting, and me catching it all in a glitch, just letting time stretch and flicker like a frame finding its breath.
NFT Title
The Barclays Arena didn’t rise from Brooklyn—it landed loud, erasing blocks for profit, leaving silence where stories lived.
Disco Loft
Beats in the air, skyline glowing—a disco ball, a water tower, Brooklyn mid-dream. Glitched and caught, still spinning.
Gates Of Coney Island
Step right up—Gates of Coney Island is a glitched portal into carnival chaos, where Jack grins, colors buzz, and reality bends at the edge of nostalgia.
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Glitchlyn Bridge
Welcome to Glitchlyn Bridge—where the static cracks and the signal shines through.
Glitch Through Me
Glitch Through Me was shot at a quiet monument near Prospect Park—glitched until the falcon felt ready to lift off, holding a stillness that stares back.
Glitchwood Cemetery
Shot at Greenwood Cemetery’s gate—a quiet moment thick with presence. The stone, the light, the feeling—so I glitched it and followed.
Gltichwanus
Gowanus keeps changing—new shine on old ground. I glitched this piece until the polish cracked and the past bled through. The glitch remembers.
Glitch Your Story
Glitch Your Story was born in the Lorimer–Metropolitan station, from a tiled phrase that lingered. I glitched it into motion—a reminder that your fragments, raw and shifting, still matter.
Thrills
The Cyclone is speed, heat, and sea—Coney Island’s roar glitched into motion. It’s not about the distortion. It’s the ride. Let go.
Industry Glitchy
Industry Glitchy came from a quiet walk through concrete and steel—still on the surface, pressure underneath, the glitch catching that edge.
Williamsburg Glitch Tower
Williamsburg Glitch Tower takes a steady landmark and lets it flicker—Brooklyn holding time, glitching through change.