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.
The night, a cold wintry one in New York. The air is biting and raw on Riverside Drive when we get back at 2:00 AM. No doorman on duty. The last shift ended at 11:00. We are stranded on the stoop.
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 written character.
After fifteen-year-old, gold-medal-favourite Kamila Valieva tested positive for a banned substance in December, this darker side of the Russian coaching team slowly started to surface.
Despite my enduring exposure to this art form, however, I never actually had captured any on film. My previous experimentation had been limited to street photography, nature coverage and portraits shoots.
In 1984, Berlin was a city divided, a city still rebuilding from the war. The democratic West existed as a landlocked island within communist East Germany. It was in fact two cities, two worlds, two lives.