Los Angeles – extend your arm a meter to counter the barren sidewalks. Hanoi – barely spread a finger without hitting a passing bike, a parked bike. Paris – abnormal...
Los Angeles – extend your arm a meter to counter the barren sidewalks. Hanoi – barely spread a finger without hitting a passing bike, a parked bike. Paris – abnormal...
“From where do we begin? … Maybe with something small. Small and material. But spiritually its equal. I sound like the Sphinx posing riddles and devouring those unable to solve them.
Motorbikes slalom between fresh flashy cars. Local vendors sell along the curbside of supermarkets and shopping malls. Quaint narrow streets are adorned with bold-lettered acronyms and neon lights.
The city is in incessant movement. Literally: the vehicles do not stop. They slow, they honk, they swerve. They keep moving forward regardless of the obstacle. I was instantly drawn to...
Los Angeles is beautiful to those who have the patience to see it as such... You will find that the urban suburb is checkered with pockets of utmost color, care...
I’m the type of person that enjoys developing familiarity more so than checking off the bucket list of one-time experience at every chance I get. My subconscious goal is to...
Voilà — the musky, paint-drenched face to the magically colorful place. Rive droite in all its glory. (The photographed Belleville telling to accompany the written tale).
Encounter an array of assorted faces and images of Angelo seated at Caffé Strada, writing at a desk in the U.C. Berkeley library, ascending the stairs and walking around on...
Angelo, with his Freudian jaw, pensive/ wisely aged eyes, vibrantly silver hair, could strike you as a Steve McCurry muse – if the famed photographer should ever have ventured to...
I am at Strada every day – Strada being a café near UC Berkeley, situated at the crossing of Bancroft and University, a corner that transitions you from frat-housing to...
