Flowers /  by Liesl Pfeffer

Mercado de Flores, Mexico City
Mexico
August 2013

On our last day in Mexico City we happened to pass this flower market in the early morning on our way to see some museums. The market was a single strip of stalls, all facing the street, alongside a very busy road. Most of the men who worked at the stalls were sitting with their flowers, waiting for custom. One stall owner was amused by us or curious about us, and came out of his stall and began to pose for photos with us. Before we left he gave each of us a single pink rose. It was a sweet, small moment; and one of the many, many nice and unexpected things that happened during our time in Mexico.

Condesa /  by Liesl Pfeffer

Colonia Condesa, Mexico City, Mexico
August 2013

If I lived in Mexico City, I would want to live in the Condesa neighborhood, with its mixture of art deco buildings, wide streets and plentiful greenery. 

Houses /  by Liesl Pfeffer

Liesl Pfeffer
French Colonial from the series American houses
2013
Pigment print on hahnemuhle
Edition 1/10
70 x 70 cm

After I moved to America, I started photographing homes. People here live above liquor stores and car wash stations. People live right up against each other in the tallest blocks with the smallest windows. I live in an old warehouse with a wooden floor that has a history marked in dents and cracks, and there are two small bullet holes in the windows from the time this neighborhood was bad. There is a man who lives so close above me that sometimes at night I can hear him rolling in his bed on the other side of the ceiling.

Every morning I bike across Brooklyn from my home to my office. I see people leaving their homes, getting on buses, buying their morning coffee, making their way to school or work. Through photographing and reconstructing their homes, I am getting to know these people and I am making sense of my place in this city.

The series American houses is an ongoing project.

Puebla /  by Liesl Pfeffer

Landscape in Puebla state, Mexico
August 2013

The Mexican countryside was much more lush and mountainous than in my imagination. On the road between Mexico City and Oaxaca, our bus crossed several frighteningly high and narrow bridges to shorten the distance between mountains.

Mexico City /  by Liesl Pfeffer

Mexico City DF, Mexico
August 2013

I have just returned from three weeks in Central America. Life in Mexico is lived openly and joyfully. Amorous couples caress and kiss in the street and the parks. Freshly prepared food is enjoyed on corners, in bars, on patios, in plazas. Everything is colorful, patterned, rich with decoration. I can barely put into words yet how much I loved being there.

Rockaway Beach /  by Liesl Pfeffer

Rockaway Beach, NY
July 2013

I love this beach. It is crowded, and there is no surf, and it backs on to a bunch of ugly high rises, but the water is clear and the people you see here are truly characters of the highest order. Best people watching in New York City. 

Augite /  by Liesl Pfeffer

Augite, 2011Type C digital print I’ve made my most recent collage series available in an open edition of small prints for those folks who like my work but cannot afford an editioned print. See my store for details and pricing. 

Augite, 2011
Type C digital print

I’ve made my most recent collage series available in an open edition of small prints for those folks who like my work but cannot afford an editioned print. See my store for details and pricing. 

Easter /  by Liesl Pfeffer

Brooklyn, NY
March, 2013

This was Easter in New York. I made pancakes and my roommates and I sat on the roof with champagne and looked at Manhattan. All of us are not from here, all of us temporary, some more so than others. We come from Australia, Canada and South Africa. We feel lighter when we look at Manhattan from this far away. Pepper is tiny, so Monique lifted her up so she could see the city. 

The Port of Call /  by Liesl Pfeffer

The Port of Call
New Orleans, LA
February 2013

Back in February, we spent an afternoon sitting at the counter of this tiki themed dive bar. The Port of Call in New Orleans has an aquarium, a bamboo ceiling and walls and a cocktail list full of coconut, papaya and rum, rum, rum. At home in New York it was probably about 10 degrees F in the daytime, which added to the appeal of our lazy afternoon drinking cocktails and sharing a roast potato filled with a volcano of cheese, butter and bacon.