What really struck me was that I felt, for the first time, that I was in a place where people understood photography. Normal people, most people. In a fundamental, mainstream, genuine way.
Though I know the Atacama Forest is in South America, I imagine it as the moonscape of another planet. I think about my journey across this giant plateau in moments of silence and walk out into the salt flats in my dreams.
I am proud to say that I am a professional photographer, writer and videographer, and have been working completely freelance the last few years. And though I may not always get to do the projects I really want to do, at the end of the day, I am making a living doing these things in one form or another.
I was in Pakistan in 2009 for a filming assignment, and when it was over, my friend and I stayed there for 3 weeks to travel. To be less conspicuous, we had grown rather thick beards before the trip, and had acquired some salwar-kameez (traditional Muslim clothing).
Aerial connects your personal memories and family history to photos of the places where the memories were made and the history took place.
Little demons skip down the street holding sprinkler-like batons that send out sparks in a wide arc. I was standing on the street, thrilled that I’d happened upon the carrefoc parade, until I realized that they were coming towards me and my bare legs!