When I travel, I am drawn to the poor areas, those people on the fringe, the disenfranchised. And beautiful women.…
You cannot plan magic. There is a healthy amount of crap in this world, a constant churning of bitterness and…
When you shoot on the streets in some strange new place, you wander and explore and sometimes, there is nothing,…
San Martin lies outside of the main area of Buenos Aires. I had it explained to me that people would…
I wandered into a hospital somewhere in Buenos Aires, aimless and lost in the halls, getting looks from patients and…