Dreamscape / Arcosanti, Arizona
Passing through Savannah on my way across the country back to Brooklyn. My little sister has an afternoon rest
A loud Manhattan bound train crossing over the bridge
A man occasionally stares out the window
I ride, fixated, on all the possible things that could be
Running through his head
What are his stories - we all have them…





An afternoon with Jesse Boykins III | Chinatown, NYC 2017
California backwoods




stumbled upon a nyfw pre-show
these warm evenings eating chicken from a street window
were never quiet, were never dull
people’s voices reaching volumes I’ve not heard on such a regular basis
all the color, all the dirt - Havana Centro
Whenever I travel, I tend to yield my ears and eyes to moments like these. These two, wherever they were on their way to, seemed as though their destination wasn’t important at all. Quiet conversation while occasionally looking over at each other - arms interlocked with zero interruption.
Long afternoons in the courtyards of Cuba



my beautiful friend and her works | Nairi Mila, home studio, Tucson, AZ