The most dangerous nation in the world or the most resilient?
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011


I have often toyed with the idea of a photography as a kind of proof of existence, as witness to a place, a person at a certain time in both ones own life and theirs.
I learnt today that Larry passed away and my heart has been sinking since. These photographs are all I have to honor the memory of a man that once lived in the Arbor Cottages on highway 17 in Savannah, Georgia in 2011 and shared with me some moments and some words, both of which I will keep close to my heart forever.
Sunday, February 13, 2011

I've been working on editing my photos from this winter and I've been realizing how emotionally overwhelmed I was when I was shooting at the Edhi Center in Islamabad. I went in there initially to spend time with and photograph the orphans at the center but I found myself even more intrigued by the dozens of older women that had found shelter there, many handicapped, some mentally ill and others perfectly healthy. Almost all had been thrown out of their homes or abandoned by family members, a phenomena I had always associated with the West before this, convinced that strong family values meant extreme loyalty to kin in Southeast Asian tradition. The stories I came across were heartbreaking and sometimes hard to digest. I found as in all who have suffered loss, more hope than I see in the world myself and ended up photographing this sense of community, of survival and of living for the day.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
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