During twenty years, Jesper Haynes had a very open home on 90 St. Marks place in New York’s East Village.
“My apartment became ‘home’ to a wonderful mix of roommates, visitors, friends, lovers, total strangers and people that just needed a place to crash ... or party,” remembers Haynes. “It also became the place where I photographed – blurring the lines completely between my life and my art. The kitchen was my darkroom and every other corner of my home became an impromptu studio. Nothing was planned. Everything was spontaneous. I just made sure I had a camera in my hand.”