Market Bridge
An afternoon walk through Lilongwe’s central market.
An afternoon walk through Lilongwe’s central market.
A street in the shadow of the mountains.
Near the Ministry of Health.
Whether on a layover or at an end of a trip, DTW’s Terminal A was the place. It had been years since I’d used another terminal, and far longer since I’d transited between them. When I first started my overseas trips in 2000, Detroit Metro Airport was one of the least modern in the country, the capacity of its 1960s-era technisqualor buildings long outstripped by passenger traffic. Then came the bulldozers and cranes. Now the terminals are linked by this tunnel that features a light show synchronized to the music. It’s a half mile psychedelic trip more akin to a tropical fish tank than a tube beneath the tarmac. But Detroit isn’t short on contrasts.
Mabu Vinyl, the Cape Town record shop at the center of the Sixto “Sugar Man” Rodriguez universe.
Table Mountain, as seen while hanging out my hotel window in Cape Town.
Part of the fishing fleet in Cape Town’s waterfront harbour.
The Gooderham (Flatiron) Building behind trees on Wellington Street.
A magical sound: the clacking of the departures board as updated times and destinations scroll upward on the list. Sometimes the updates are a single row, sometimes the whole board erupts in fluttering cacophony of times and places and platforms.
Descending from the High Line in Chelsea.
Gargoyle sculptures atop Notre Dame.
From the V&A Waterfront.
On the street that Helmut Newton called home. The day prior, I had seen the first French retrospective of Newton’s work since his 2004 death. Two hundred original prints, on display at the The Grand Palais, curated by the legendary photographer’s wife. Inspired by his 1975 photo, Le Smoking, I found the street, walked and shot.
While approaching Waterloo Station, an outbound train at rush hour.
Toward the station, where I filmed test sequences of a short film I hope to finish.
A small cargo ship in Cape Town.
In the drydock area of the Cape Town harbour.
Along the southern wall of the island city.
At the drydocks.
One of the small cargo haulers in Cape Town’s harbour.