It's been an epic journey, digging through the photo archives, so thank you for your patience as I update this section. Stay tuned for updates to San Juan del Sur, Brooklyn, Copenhagen, Amsterdam, and beyond.
Barcelona, Spain | 2018
The Filter: Muito prazer.
A Snapshot: A surprise around every corner; steep hills and narrow streets–more than I've ever seen in my life; ancient gothic churches adorned with intricate tile work; incredible street art boasting a young and hungry art scene; everything being a little bit run-down and a lot-a-bit gorgeous because of it; locals that are incredibly warm, friendly, and proud of their city; sardines, sardines, and more sardines; romance was everywhere–from old-timers holding hands as they walk along the sea to graffiti professions of love; and quite possibly the most beautiful language I've encountered thus far. (Français, je vous aime toujours...)
Under the Lens: Porto captivated me. Its grit, its unpolished, unapologetic, unrelenting beauty–it's an incredible place. It rained all 4 days we were there, and still, we adored it. Everyone was so warm, and every turn is stunningly gorgeous. It's like you've stepped back in time or set foot inside an old French comic book. We loved it so much that we're researching rent prices and property. From what we're finding so far, a return trip (a much longer one...) is imminent.
The Filter: Desculpa. Fala inglês?
A Snapshot: Abandoned buildings dressed in glamorous graffiti and adorned with clothes drying on the line; a young generation eager to leave their mark; bold colors and high-contrast bold prints everywhere in intricate tile work; the predominantly "surly-friendly" disposition; simple flavors that mix as perfectly as their patterns–lemon, olives, and seafood; bread to help soak it all in; a place almost forgotten by time.
Maui, HI, USA
The Filter: Aloha.
A Snapshot: Ocean and more ocean; technicolor sunsets; magical whales, dolphins, sea turtles, and NINE feeding sharks inches away from our silly inflatable raft; pork and more pork; wind through my hair in our rented convertible; surf lessons with a Republican much too far from shore; little pockets of home wherever I look and the reminder that–no matter how old I get–I'll always be an island girl.
The Filter: Tack tack.
A Snapshot: Wide open fields of green, blanketed with bright red posies; brilliantly-efficient fireplaces; clean white interiors; rune stones; Viking burial grounds; neon sunsets that don't involve the sun actually setting; gray wool blankets; feeling like you're in a place that's older than time.
The Filter: Tout est posible.
A Snapshot: Ornate iron balconies; candlelight; that accent; cream buildings that look like decorated soldiers from another era; love notes from said buildings; le flâneur; unapologetic romance; beauty was everywhere–on the tongues of every French-speaker, in their simple and exquisite food, down narrow cobblestone streets– even their elevator buttons were beautiful. Et la langue. Oof, la langue.
Under the Lens: Paris struck me with inspiration from all angles; it was fairly disorienting. In an attempt to capture a glimmer of that inspiration, I wrote a series of haiku paired with photos. Here's a throwback. Ah, Paris a mon coeur.
February 2012 / January 2014
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
The Filter: Tudo bem.
A Snapshot: More is more; bright, super-saturated colors and bold prints everywhere; sidewalk tile mosaics; skin; the beach vendors; all the different shades of blue–soft sky blue, deep ocean navy, and electric cobalt blue.
Under the Lens: The beach vendors in Rio were such striking figures. Under the blistering sun, they would walk up and down the beaches all day, selling their wares. Nic and I were working while we were there, but damn–there should be a different word entirely for the work that they do. Made me think about what drives human beings to do work, to be industrious, to create. A legacy, a larger societal contribution? Maybe. Duty? Maybe. Self-expression and creativity? If you’re lucky. Fame or infamy? Sure. Money? Definitely.
I’m fortunate enough to find myself in conversations where, when someone says they’re at a job “for the money,” it actually means “for massive amounts of money.” For some people, “for the money” means just being able to survive.
Just like most tourist areas, the contrast in Rio between The Well-off and Everyone Else was jarring. After all, we were in Ipanema. Every once in a while though, I’d be able to catch an angle, and the beach vendors looked majestic. Kings and Queens.
Speaking of Queens, I caught a particularly festive one in a fruit hat. Yes.
A Snapshot: Larger than life murals; warm reds and oranges from achiote-coated fresh fish grilled on the shore to the bright lobster reds; bright smiles; that island life.
The Filter: Más pequeños.
A Snapshot: A beach off the beaten path, in a country that has so much to be proud of; sunset parties; Australian surfers (because they're everywhere); baby waves for n00bs; strong geometric lines with no frills; chats on the rooftop until the sun came up.
The Filter: Love has no limits. Kindness has no enemy.
A Snapshot: Abandoned colonial buildings in every shade of the rainbow with trees growing out of the rooftops; Don Juan the gato; The Dreamcatcher Guest House giving off some solid hippie love vibes and making us want to call this place home. Winters in Puerto Rico? Sí, por qué no?
Updates coming soon.
A Snapshot: Less is more; creams on whites and charcoals on grays; clean; vague Eastern influences; heavy typefaces with strong lines; flat windows; efficiency.
San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua
Updates coming soon.
New Orleans, LA, USA
The Filter: Laissez les bon temps rouler.
A Snapshot: Loud, fried, and brassy; mixed and melted; music constantly within earshot; jazz as a religion; football as a religion; all that voodoo that you do.