My approach is that the responsibility of the Feminist is to maintain and advance the fight of those before us –to continue writing, marching, and arguing for the advancement of our movement.
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 the campus.
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 Berkeley.
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 “public” academic grind.
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/ location encounter.
Arrogance is a coverup. A lack of self-confidence that can only detract from true beauty. Results from resentment. Of any rejection. Salomé was ruled by desire and a relentless need to avenge.
René Magritte, the most influential Belgian artist of the 20th century, never explained anything. Nor did he ever analyze. Especially his own highly thought-provocative work. It speaks for itself.
You came to give me your goodbye and left before I blinked the moon out of my eyes. I had no recourse except to sleep deeper this time. Now you’re up there, airborne, temporarily, of course...
I have been reading a lot about love and hope this semester. Struck by the bravery of love, the resistance of hope. The power of compassion, the necessity for collective belief and action.
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 to explore and to take pictures.
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. My greatest learning comes when I'm abroad.
