Vive la France
My family rented a home in the old town of Lyon, France in the summer of 2017. We arrived by train from Barcelona, and unbeknownst to us, the entire country had soccer (ahem, football) fever. France was in the European championships, and Lyon was electrified. I was out shopping and waiting to cross a street when I looked to my right and noticed a vintage white convertible speeding my way with a giant flag trailing behind. With only a few seconds, I dialed-in my best guess for exposure, focused on the white crosswalk rectangles, then hit the shutter when the car passed through the scene. For me, this image captures not just the remarkable level of patriotism we experienced during our stay in Lyon, but how that patriotism was expressed by one and all - including a local family who were joyously speeding around town together at twilight on a warm summer's day with the top down.
Indira restaurant and bar
In April of 2018 I visited Brasilito, a small town on the northwestern coast of Costa Rica. Every night at sunset, locals would line up along the beach and cast lines (some using only their hands) to try their luck at catching big game. It was here I found Indira, an open air bar where Cumbia music would play on a jukebox and locals would gather to drink and watch the sun fall below the horizon. I did the same, of course. I adored Indira, for it felt authentic, honest, and without any of the pretense or artifice you can find elsewhere. It's timeless. Years from now I could return and take the exact same photo, drink another Imperial or two, and it would feel like nothing had changed in the world.
Empanadas in Tulum
This image was captured on a late-afternoon in the town of Tulum, Mexico. The air that day was humid, thick, and rich with the smell of freshly grilled empanadas emanating from a pair of old charcoal grills. You couldn't pass through this intersection without breathing in the incredible aroma. While eating my own empanada while sitting on a bike, this man (who appeared just as enthusiastic as me) walked up and purchased his own.
Woman in window
Sometimes, you get lucky. While staying in Pitigliano, Italy in July 2017, I spent an afternoon exploring the medieval town's alleyways. After passing through the archway you see here,I heard a voice from above and turned around. I quickly captured the moment, and by the time I lowered my camera she was gone.
Stairs in Atrani
The ancient seaside town of Atrani on the west coast of Italy is a labyrinth of stairs, tunnels, and passageways. The architecture is beautiful, crude, and has the appearance of being carved out of wet clay by hand. This particular space was an especially dramatic example of that aesthetic. When I first saw it I wasn't carrying a camera, so I made a mental note to come back. My return however proved problematic, for no matter which passageway I picked I couldn't find it again. After plenty of misfires and return loops, I finally picked the right passage and found myself back again. Much to my delight, while I was capturing this stairwell, an elderly Italian woman unexpectedly entered the frame and started ascending the stairs to her home high above.