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  1. courtneychavanell:

    Who feels like getting lectured? Here we go…
    1. If a photographer provides you with an image, give them a photographer’s credit. This means everywhere (including online publications, FB, IG, Twitter, Tumblr, etc.) and especially in printed publications. This is particularly applicable if…

    preach it.

     
  2. 14 Apr19 notes


    Going through old photos, I stumbled onto these from that one time we hopped off our bikes and followed a path that led us to this swimming hole in the Pyrenees.

    I could use a little more of this lately.

     
  3. 7 Apr9 notes


    That Southern Florida light of our youth.

    Miami, Fl.

     
  4. 7 Apr1 note1 note


    This song on repeat all day as we look forward to swimming pools, rooftops, and sleeping with the covers off.

    (Source: Spotify)

     
  5. 4 Apr4 notes


    Weddings Shenanigans, New Jersey.

     
  6. 3 Apr22 notes


    I’m not sure if you’ve figured it out yet, but this planet is insane.

    A couple years ago, when I still lived in New York, I met a Spanish photojournalist at a showing of work of other photojournalists in Tribeca. His name was Ricardo Garcia, and, maybe it was because we shared the Spanish language, we shared a drink or two and he gave me some advice on the hustle of making it as a freelancer. To be an aspiring photographer (or anything for that matter) in NYC is a maddening and humbling experience and while I was frustrated with my inability to make any serious inroads in this craft, Ricardo asked me how old I was, laughed, and assured me I was on the right track and just to focus on making killer photos. He had just come back from Afghanistan by way of Libya and I asked him where he was going next. Ricardo shrugged and said “Syria?”

    Fast forward to today, I’m scrolling through my news feed, I see this article about a pair of Spanish journalists kidnapped last year in Syria. Ricardo, of course, is one of them.  I had no idea he was kidnapped, but I’m glad the news of his kidnapping could be bundled with the news of his release. Happy endings are far and few in between in Syria and there are still dozens of foreign correspondents missing in that civil war.

    Being kidnapped for 6 months put his life on pause and now that Ricardo is back home, his friends have started a campaign to help him recover and get back on his feet and finish a book of work from his time in Libya. Freelancing ain’t free and most of the images we get from conflicts are coming from freelancers who buy their own Kevlar and head to places everyone else is trying to get out of. They risk everything to tell stories they know need telling.

    Regardless of whether you help out, share this, or do nothing with it, thanks for getting to the bottom of this little anecdote. That casual conversation with Ricardo left a reassuring mark on me, and I’m just relieved a cool Catalan is still out there making photographs.

    #SupportRicardoGV

     
  7. 25 Mar166 notes


    It was pretty late and maybe I’m just not used to fancy transportation that isn’t the A train, but on a cab ride from JFK, I finally did the unthinkable - I left all my camera gear in the backseat.

    I just got in town to shoot a wedding, and after paying and grabbing everything else, I didn’t realize my mistake until an hour later. It’s happened to everyone I know with cellphones and wallets, but I thought this was too damn important to get left behind, but I guess my number was up.

    I’ve never had a panic attack before, and while I don’t think I did this time, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I spent 30 minutes trying to get in contact with taxi dispatchers before deciding I’d just have to pour one out for my 5D. Then, as I was standing in the street, going through a mental Rolodex of friends I could rent last minute gear from, I got a phone call from the cab driver and a text from a passenger who found the bag. The driver was bringing it back to me.

    I never got a text back from this mysterious stranger, and I really wish I could’ve bought them a beer and taken their photo but I think it’s fitting I never heard from them again. Here are some okay photos I took after my brush with camera death.There’s gotta be a moral in this story and it might be:

    1) Always leave a business card in your bag

    2) Never underestimate the kindness of strangers in a city full of them

     
  8. 19 Mar19 notes


    Brooklyn, lately.

     
  9. 18 Mar3 notes


    Homemade Paella and Flaming Lips covers at Val’s Greenpoint Party Palace. #latergram (at Greenpoint Party Palace)

     
  10. 19 Feb8 notes


    A shelf randomly collapsed spilling old VHS tapes everywhere so I spent a couple days sifting through old home movies of us in the late 1980s. Highlights on those tapes have included me singing the Ghostbusters theme in broken English and my mom’s ultra 80’s hair and style.

    This is part of an ongoing personal project about Colombian diaspora, identity, memory, assimilation, and the small stories of human migration.

     
  11. 12 Feb10 notes


    Maria tracing an image of El Libertador, Simón Bolívar on our TV.

     
  12. 10 Feb32 notes


    Winter light studies in our apartment in Chicago.

     
  13. 9 Feb81 notes


    bryanbanducci:

    RIP ENLA PHOTO :( 

    Man, I’m gonna miss dropping off film here. This place had giant Hello Kitty stuffed animals in the windows and cheap film developing inside. It was definitely business in the back and party in the front.

    RIP Enla Photo

     
  14. 6 Feb9 notes


    Consuelo. Miami, Fl, December 2013.

    It wasn’t until I moved out of Miami that I figured out that un aguacate and an avocado were the same thing, and it was around that time that I became used to not being able to walk into a backyard and pluck one of these out of a tree whenever you want.

     
  15. 5 Feb19 notes


    My father emigrated from Bogotá to Hackensack, NJ at the of age 23 after losing a cushy advertising job in the late 70s. He’s worked in everything from construction to wedding photography but still finds time to decorate his patio in Miami.

    This is part of an ongoing personal project about Colombian diaspora, identity, assimilation, and the small stories of human migration.

     
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