guy aceto photo

Photography, graphic design, photo research, Illustration and then some.

Finder of lost images, creator of new ones.  My work has been an eclectic mix of rock and roll and JP-4.  As comfortable with an X-Acto knife as I am with Photoshop. I learned my “craft” somewhere between Lamp Black, Amberlith, Pagemaker and inDesign. I believe that it’s as important to know your way around Caslon’s serifs and the “avant” of Avant Guard Gothic, as it is to master the clone tool, RAW files and “collect for output.”



Should you stay, or should you go?


It’s really that simple. It doesn’t matter if it’s a walk around the block or 14 hours in a cramped 747 to Hong Kong, get out there. See something new, meet someone you don’t have anything in common with and find out … you actually do. Open your eyes, listen, laugh and order the meatloaf at that little diner in the old part of town.


The Bio

Native of western New York, roots in Pittsburgh, living in the suburbs of Washington DC. Able to drive straight through to Asbury Park, New Jersey blindfolded.

I count myself lucky enough to have grown up in a house full of creativity. Creativity that was nurtured and  encouraged. Equal parts sawdust, homemade pasta sauce, blocks of wood crafted into a child’s chair or carefully carved into a coffee scoop.



Belleau Wood, Antietam, Okinawa, they’re all real, physical places, you can stand there, “on this spot,” the battle was won or lost, history changed. It’s a tangible thing that, for some, puts the moment in perspective. For others, there are no broad sunlit fields with the occasional statue or memorial. For the flier, it’s a …

Going Home

The past few weeks have been particularly difficult. I suddenly found myself in an empty house, the house I grew up in. It’s a place I know intimately, every nook, every corner. Not entirely certain of what to do next, I cooked. I made myself some dinner and filled the kitchen with smells that make …

Asbury Park

This town clinks like empty beer bottles at 2AM Bleeds like steam from old pipes Crackles like the final 5 seconds of an old LP — graffiti left inside the old casino building Asbury Park, New Jersey It’s good to see the town crawling back into the light, a busy boardwalk full of shoppers, bistros …


Thirty years of experience boiled down to a half dozen examples. I’ll add more from time to time and promise to keep in interesting.

Concert Photography

Illustration and Graphic design

Publication design

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