As I watched one man rapidly peeling oranges on a machine with a table clamp, and the other handing us the coconuts he prepared with straws poking out, the combination of the heat, the fruit stand, and their heavy Cuban accents convinced me that I was thoroughly disoriented. Wasn’t I at Port Authority in Manhattan just 15 minutes … Continue reading
I’ve noticed at every art fair that I’ve been to recently, there is always beach photography. It’s enough to make you start counting the minutes, hours, and days until the weekend. In the meantime —as you wait for Friday— I’ve compiled a selection of some great photography to hold you over.