Rocamador de l'eau

La Croix Valmer, France * June 2014 * Fuji X-E1 & Lumix Panasonic DMC-TS5

Once upon a time. Two architects. Two lawyers. Three designers. A real estate agent. A fish out of water hammer. A Facebook psychologist. A Russian model. A hot humanitarian. A pair of siblings. A French villa named Rocamar that we called Rocamador. Cases of rosé numbering twenty. A donut float. So much food we wanted to explode. Hammock yoga. A bachelor bash. Our mascot - Donnie the ice cock. An upcoming wedding. A 30th birthday. Turkish towels. Pinks and blues. Lavender berry birthday cake. Les fleurs. Red, red cherries. Pernod Pernod Pernod. Pétanque. Topless tits. Sunscreen mist. The salty, salty sea. Truth or truth. Coastal hikes. Olympic swims around buoys. Hats. Beach keys. And groves of lemon trees. Bienvenue. To a lovely week. With my summer, French family. 

Muse Monday: Gina + the Bump

Brooklyn, New York * March 2013 * Olympus OM-1, 35mm

One year ago, one Saturday, I photographed my very pregnant sister. One month and a half later, she would deliver the first grandchild of the family. And this April, my blue-eyed nephew Henry Felix will celebrate the one-year anniversary of his birth.

For this particular Saturday, I travelled from (my then homestead) Kenya to Brooklyn. My mother travelled from our hometown in Los Angeles. And we spent the day. Us three. Cursing the remnants of winter’s scorn in March. Drinking tea. Admiring my sister’s belly. Chatting about her baby shower. Ping-ponging baby names back and forth. And, quite literally, braiding one another’s hair (cue: black-and-white photo above). Two generations and a third (in gestation) playing the Beatles on repeat. Because the baby would dance and squirm to the sound of “Octopus’s Garden.”

As delicately and unobtrusively as possible, I tried to capture our day on the analog camera my mother used when she was my age, and which she had given to me. Unaware that the light meter was giving me false readings, I was devastated when I picked up the under-exposed negatives from that Saturday’s photo shoot. Ultimately, I was surprised and proud of the grainy, whimsical images that outlasted our day together.  

I introduce my sister. My friend. My beacon. And, my (almost) nephew. 

Muse Monday: Gabi

Boston, Massachusetts * 2005 * 35mm Nikon

This one is from the ancient archives, folks. That started with an idea inspired by the cover art of a Bajofondo Tango Club album. A retro 24-hour laundry mat. A pair of tights. And the most stunning Puerto Rican bombshell who was willing to pose for me. I introduce Gabriella, y’all.