The Weight of the Day
I remember a morning in a small village outside of Luang Prabang where the air felt heavy with the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke. I watched a young boy, no older than ten, walking along the roadside with a bundle of grass strapped to his…
Gravity is Only a Suggestion
I remember a summer in Marseille when I watched a group of boys jumping from the old stone pier into the harbor. They didn't look at the water; they looked at the sky. There was a specific, fleeting second at the apex of their leap where they…
Something Good Is Coming by Andres Felipe Bermudez Mesa
This picture was made for a restaurant. They wanted to show to the customer that all products are made by hand and with love. Photograph was taken with flash and soft box (octagon) with grid. The grid always gives me a perfect sense a warmness.
Award…