New York is so meta. Everything in New York is something that someone is taking a picture of while someone else is filming the photographer for the making-of movie of the shoot while people passersby take instant snaps for Instagram so they can testify on Twitter. Then someone else will include that picture in their Favorite Things of the Week on a (Read More)
remember…
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Happy Valentine’s Day!
{I called this photograph Remember When You Said Yes? because it felt like a memory to me when I took it. And a good one memory, too. Look at those two. I wish you all a sweet V-Day}
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changes
eudaimonia – a contented state of being happy and healthy and prosperous.
Do you ever have one of those days when you feel like you’re going in slow-motion? And then I realize that’s impossible, it’s my life. Every thing and and everyone has his own rhythms and seasons. Not all the leaves turned brown today. I must go at my own pace, after the direction (Read More)
before night falls
I remember when I found out in 8th grade art class that you could manipulate color. That they are all ripped off the primary colors. By combining and diluting you could make all kinds of shades and tints. The magic of nature in a bottle! {And now, in a pixel} (Read More)
things summer left behind
I am not sure if it’s the fact that I am listening to Florence + the Machine a lot {Florence has a dramatic and colorful style} or if it’s the fact that I am re-reading Great Expectations that inspired me to make these photos. Because Ms. Havisham, a minor but cataclysmic character in Great Expectations, always reminds me of old flowers. (Read More)
Best of London: Lost in Translation
Abeno. Japanese restaurant. It’s raining. We’re famished. Good enough.
It’s tightly packed at the front since several parties are waiting for tables. We look at the menu but it’s all Japanese to us. We have no idea what Okonomiyaki is but it sounds different and we aren’t sure if it is the kind of different we want to be familiar. We mull over our options (Read More)
Best of London: Pub Crawl
I’ve done the wine country in Napa, California and I’ve eaten with people who would swear they cannot digest without half a glass of red Rioja {Spaniards}. But I’d never met foodie fananics like Dick and Molly.
I met Dick and Molly in Pizzeria Paradiso in DC. This place is not your usual grease-in-a-box joint. It has greater aspirations than to feed (Read More)
Best of London: Souvenirs
We do not remember days; we remember moments. ~ Cesare Pavese, The Burning Brand
When I travel, I don’t buy postcards. I photograph everything until I am sated or my fingers cramp up. I like souvenirs that will remind me of specific moments on the trip. I like to buy gifts I’ll use every day that way I have those memories with me all the time. The (Read More)
Best of London: Getting Schooled
There is a traveler who goes to another country armed with distrust and pepper spray. He is sure these people, his hosts, are waiting on the other side of customs to fleece him of all his belongings and dignity. So he takes friendliness as connivance, and invitation as entrapment. He spends all his time with people like himself, fearful travelers who’ve (Read More)
Best of London: Books
The other day I took a pen and notebook and sat down to write. I sat down on the couch, bereft of computer and Pandora playlist and tried to write out my thoughts deliberately in quietude. But, it was hard.
I saw that my handwriting was not my handwriting. Or at least what I remembered it to be. It was some ugly scrawl, that looked like footprints you (Read More)
Best of London: Hyde Park
I went to visit the famous Hyde Park the day before I left London. I don’t remember that day so well because I was in a veiled space, wrapped in the muslin of my thoughts. I wanted to reach out to people but I didn’t want to talk. Maybe it’s because I was about to leave the city the next day and I wanted to be quiet so as to absorb and take all (Read More)
Best of London: Portobello Market
The Market is a feast for the eyes! You can buy anything here. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone had a license to sell dogs, or Britain’s third favorite pet, rabbits, in the market.
Portobello Market had the friendly atmosphere of a place where you could come to get to know the vendors (and even ask them to look out for a specific piece for you!). You (Read More)
