For one year I traveled and documented the people who fill this collection. True
characters in life who live what they know on their own terms. I was accepted
into the worlds of these individuals with time spent with them through trust and
understanding. I spent one year with my friends’ motorcycle clubs in New York. I
rode through the deserts of New Mexico with low rider car clubs. I was accepted by
Bloods in East St. Louis and granted access to California’s most maximum security
prison system. From the ones who let me in, this is a glimpse into a life rarely seen.