Shawn Rutkowski Photography

As a NYC based internationally published photographer, avant-garde images and unparalleled customer satisfaction are the pinnacles of my business. Inquire today at 610.621.6997 or me@ShawnRutkowski.com

“All good things are wild and free.” 

“Make gentle the life of this world.” 

“Make gentle the life of this world.” 

I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my inquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.

I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my inquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.

We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t.

“I don’t want to be a tree; I want to be its meaning.” 

“I don’t want to be a tree; I want to be its meaning.” 

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” 
iPhone only NYC Street Portraiture.

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” 

iPhone only NYC Street Portraiture.

Shot and edited entirely on my iPhone.

"My ears are blown to bits from all the rifle hits.

But still, I crave that sound.”

Shot and edited entirely on my iPhone. 

"When people ask me what equipment I use - I tell them my eyes."

 

Sunrise over the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir in Central Park this morning.

Sunrise over the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir in Central Park this morning.

So in the next few days I plan on starting a photo project shot entirely on my iPhone. “It is the photographer, not the camera, that is the instrument.” 

So in the next few days I plan on starting a photo project shot entirely on my iPhone. “It is the photographer, not the camera, that is the instrument.” 

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

The instinct of the blind insect who makes love to the flower bed and dies in the first freeze. Oh, I want to learn such simple things.

I wake alone in a woman’s room I hardly know.I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home.

I wake alone in a woman’s room I hardly know.
I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home.

“Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets, for it and knowledge can raise men to the divine.”