Abstraction, for Jesús Rafael Soto.
Waking dreamscape: first light in San Telmo.
At the Reserva Ecológica Costanera Sur in Buenos Aires. Sunday sloth, street markets, children toddling like ducks. Bicycles. A heat so intense that the smell of these flowers took on a physical form.
It’s no secret that I’m terrible with directions. It takes me an inordinately long time to orient myself in a new city, particularly one not organized around a numbered grid, à la New York. But it was a surprise even to me that I managed to get lost inside a building on my way to … More the road not taken