This is a tale about an early morning stroll through the City of Fair Winds (a.k.a. Buenos Aires).
This is a tale about the bewildering and inexcusable hatred against women, and black women, in particular.
This is a tale about the bizarre plasticity and ephemeral elasticity of human camaraderie.
Ephri sends a postcard to Sybi from Vancouver, but he’s upset because timing is not on his side.
Ephri sends a postcard to Sybi from Singapore during the holiday season, and has a peculiar idea for the following Christmas.
Ephri sends a postcard to Sybi from London on a dreary and rainy day.
Ephri sends a postcard to Sybi from Hong Kong, one of his favorite cities on the planet.
TIA’s enchanting images of the moon are the only remaining evidence of a once engrossed interest in outer space intersecting with professional photography.
Why are people adverse to capturing images when the weather is not ideal or agreeable? This is the precise time to engage in photography!
A tale about my first 24 hours in Buenos Aires, in which my plane battled Mother Nature’s wrath and how I became the latest statistic of skilled pick-pocketing.
Sometimes it takes two minutes — instead of one — to fall in love.
Is it possible that Paris might just not be that special to Parisians?
Where the River Gombak meets the River Klang — that’s where you’ll find Kuala Lumpur (KL), which is Malay for, literally, “Muddy Confluence”. As an enthusiast of etymology — especially regarding the names of our world’s cities — I find the meaning of “Kuala Lumpur” to be one of the most fascinating. KL is a…
The City The name “Singapore” was adapted by the British from its original Malay name, “Singapura”, which means “Lion City”. I had often read books and magazines about the great Lion City, established on an island at the southern tip of the Malay Peninsula. I was fascinated by its history and how it transformed itself…
Kuala Lumpur. Christmas Eve. Horrendously hot. Morosely muggy. Extremely engrossing and exciting. During my time in KL*, I remember carrying a handkerchief in my pocket to serve two purposes: either to wipe the sweat from my brow, or defog my eyeglasses given all the moisture in the air. In this heavily humid atmosphere, my camera…
I’m in a Hong Kong state of mind this morning. I miss that city immensely. Some of my best photographic work to date was inspired and created in HK.