There are few cities more romanticized than New York. Perhaps it’s the City’s bright lights, the frantic passion of its inhabitants, the towering personality of each borough, or the city’s exhausting possibilities…but there’s something about New York, which inspires the imagination and makes one feel as if here–in this immense place–one’s dreams can come to life.
I saw Laurencin’s Autoportrait (vers 1905) for the first time in the Musee Marmottan in Paris, and I couldn’t look away. There was something in the way Laurencin portrayed herself with shoulders facing away, but gaze direct that captivated me.
PHOTO ESSAY Last October, I went to Myanmar with my family. Most of these photos were taken in Bagan, which was the country’s capital from the 9th to 14th century.