Montevideo was recently recognized as having the best quality of life in all of Latin America. It seems that everyone nowadays needs a bucket list, that public register of Things You Must Accomplish before you join the choir invisible. I suppose it’s a nice idea—none of us is getting any younger, and it’s good to …
It was late winter, 1988. I was in my twenties and had been studying in Paris for several months, and was now pretty much broke. I decided Berlin would be my last blowout before heading home to look for work. I had been spending my evenings in Paris at the cinema, and the film that …
Morning in a Madeira market First-time travellers sometimes over-plan. I know I used to; there’s a real security in knowing exactly what you’re going to do when you arrive in a new place. And there is genuine risk in spontaneity: there’s so little time when we travel, and the last thing you want to discover …
On the occasion of my impending 50th birthday, I took a few days and jetted off to NYC with my old friend Dave. I had never been, and my expectations were pretty high. I’ve dreamed of seeing the Big Apple since I was a kid reading Marvel comic books. This was a bit of a …
I grew up playing the accordion. I still, on rare and holy occasions, invite Marguerite (my instrument) up from the basement for a song or two. And so it’s only natural, I think, to take endless delight in photographing accordionists as I travel. With street musicians, I generally make eye contact, ask permission to photograph, …
Copenhagen, Amsterdam and Paris are chock-full of beautiful cyclists. Tom and I spent a couple of summers over the last few years in northern Europe. Our mission was simple: find a bakery in every port, drink the world’s best coffee, and photograph the people. Europe’s cycling culture is inspiring. There’s no fuss, no special …
