I am home now back on the island of Skopelos, my base for five months a year. Always, it is good to leave the hotels behind, but alas, the pleasures and freedom of the road—new and old places visited, new friends—too quickly recedes.Thinking back…I
9/15/19On my last visit to Aliveri, September 2019, I stop by Konstandina and Mitsos’s house. They meet me at the gate with bad news: Mitsos has just been arrested for driving without a diploma, a license. “Ah bad, bad news,” he tells me. He plies
Was my three-day photo trip to Aliveri, the mainland Roma settlement, a success? It cost way more than I would have liked and the rental car, a VW Polo that trawled dangerously low like a race car on the Aliveri dirt roads, caused no end of worry
Making photos, I often say to my models, soferi—serious, no smiles. I am prospecting for dreams and desires in the face of every child. Who is the real Magda percolating inside a nine-year-old child-body? The smile, unless natural and joyful, can
The Roma girls wear flowers in their hair and red lipstick knowing the photographer is coming to take pictures today. Evangelia holds a smart phone and plays a Roma tune, giggling and wiggling as she dances for the camera. Eletheria is more reserved
I am home now back on the island of Skopelos, my base for five months a year. Always, it is good to leave the hotels behind, but alas, the pleasures and freedom of the road—new and old places visited, new friends—too quickly recedes.Thinking back…I
9/15/19On my last visit to Aliveri, September 2019, I stop by Konstandina and Mitsos’s house. They meet me at the gate with bad news: Mitsos has just been arrested for driving without a diploma, a license. “Ah bad, bad news,” he tells me. He plies
Was my three-day photo trip to Aliveri, the mainland Roma settlement, a success? It cost way more than I would have liked and the rental car, a VW Polo that trawled dangerously low like a race car on the Aliveri dirt roads, caused no end of worry
Making photos, I often say to my models, soferi—serious, no smiles. I am prospecting for dreams and desires in the face of every child. Who is the real Magda percolating inside a nine-year-old child-body? The smile, unless natural and joyful, can
The Roma girls wear flowers in their hair and red lipstick knowing the photographer is coming to take pictures today. Evangelia holds a smart phone and plays a Roma tune, giggling and wiggling as she dances for the camera. Eletheria is more reserved
I am home now back on the island of Skopelos, my base for five months a year. Always, it is good to leave the hotels behind, but alas, the pleasures and freedom of the road—new and old places visited, new friends—too quickly recedes.Thinking back…I
9/15/19On my last visit to Aliveri, September 2019, I stop by Konstandina and Mitsos’s house. They meet me at the gate with bad news: Mitsos has just been arrested for driving without a diploma, a license. “Ah bad, bad news,” he tells me. He plies
Was my three-day photo trip to Aliveri, the mainland Roma settlement, a success? It cost way more than I would have liked and the rental car, a VW Polo that trawled dangerously low like a race car on the Aliveri dirt roads, caused no end of worry
Making photos, I often say to my models, soferi—serious, no smiles. I am prospecting for dreams and desires in the face of every child. Who is the real Magda percolating inside a nine-year-old child-body? The smile, unless natural and joyful, can
The Roma girls wear flowers in their hair and red lipstick knowing the photographer is coming to take pictures today. Evangelia holds a smart phone and plays a Roma tune, giggling and wiggling as she dances for the camera. Eletheria is more reserved