Is there anything worse than waking up on Sunday morning and realizing you have no coffee? I live outside Sag Harbor, New York, about a ten minute drive from the coffee shop where I buy my bean. I figure I have three choices: suffer (not good at that), throw on clothes and drive to town (unpleasant option), search fridge for instant coffee (good first choice). The preliminary search in the hinterlands of the fridge reveals … gherkins. Breakfast of champions. And, with a little more digging, the dregs of a small flask of Medaglia D’Oro. So here we are, blog one, instant coffee in hand.

Before I digress any further, I’d like to thank David Diskin and Alec Soth for inspiring me to start this blog. David helped me design my new gallery space in East Hampton, and is just about the kindest guy you’ll ever meet. (Doesn’t hurt that he’s also Canadian!) If I know how to use this blog properly (I don’t) there should be a link to his website here or somewhere (there isn’t, I’ll fix that). Alec Soth, truth be told, I hardly know at all. I’ve met him only twice. Once at an opening for Martin Parr’s Parking Spaces show at Rocket Gallery in London, and again at a party for the 60th anniversary of Magnum, of which Alec is a member. At the party, people were asking me if I had read Alec’s blog. Apparently, Alec had been blogging for the entire week of the Magnum festivities. I liked Alec’s blog (as I do his work), so I figured why not try a blog of my own.

In truth, I have little idea where this blog will lead (if anywhere). It might be interesting, for instance, to blog from my booth at Paris Photo, or in the airport lounge on the way there. I may blog from my gallery when it’s slow. Or, as is the case here, I may just blog from the kitchen table, mug of instant coffee long gone