second home.
The following thirteen photographs are the embodiment of the past 22 years I’ve spent traveling to Chicago. My Dad spent his formative years there, and in a way, I did too.
The following thirteen photographs are ambiguous. This trip is just one of many and one of a kind all at the same time.
The following thirteen photographs are telling for me. Individually, they don’t mean much and are quite unmoving. But together, within the context of my life, they tell a different story.
One of fondness, nostalgia, and ardor — an ode to my second home.
gma’s house.
2. home-cooked somethings.
3. tourist paradox.
4. the art institute is mandatory.
5. untitled.
6. old white men have great taste and poor judgement.
7. my muse.
8. strength comes from the sun.
9. industrial spaces.
10. make friends with artists.
11. concepts.
12. tea > coffee.
13. sous.
special thanks to: gma dian, uncle sabin and friends, uncles quincy & nando, aunt sandra, joan, amanda gentry, the garfield park conservatory and all the hands that prepared all the wonderful food i indulged in.
all the best,
