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...
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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...
I am a die-hard Anthony Bourdain (Parts Unknown) fan who seeks to portray the grander truth of our world via the storytelling of charm, warmth, and nuance in every culture/...
The "Day in Athens" project became my very first as an amateur photographer. Imagine you hop on a train with your best friend. Both have your cameras. The only goal...
The aura we are able to perceive here on a simple trip to Costa Rica is extraordinary. It strikes me as an atemporal process, a self-identification with a familiar place....
I often tend to offer a series of well-developed arguments, touting Parisian pride and snobbishness. Not as to justify either, but rather to turn in as a trait of an elegantly...
When in Accra, I would ask what Tamale was like, and the only response I ever received was: “It’s terribly hot there.” Most Ghanians, from the south, had actually never...
The Legon Campus is full of these massive and exacting concrete blocks, monstrous rectangular buildings that seem to dominate space and nature. Straight, uniform, and impersonal lines reign.
A drive north, up the central coast, never fails to inspire. The air grows dramatically fresher. Cleaner. Crisper. Drifting a tad closer to nature. Reinvigorates my spirits. Rejuvenates my soul.
