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.
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.
The far-right was a small minority on the French political spectrum. But with the creation of the National Front political party in 1972, then the National Rally in 2018, it saw its electorate increase.
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.
Contemplating how to write this personal essay, I asked myself, is there a poetic way to recall how a 20-year-old died in his sleep? One sentence: “Miguel passed away,” would change our perspective.
Sometimes when it gets busy, I stop thinking. I just rattle off the standard greeting to each new table. My mind already has skipped to whether or not I’ve already fired up the medium-rare ribeye.
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.
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 set foot in the north.
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.
