Havana | Lens Paintings from Dreamland
I’ve often described La Habana (Havana) as “heartbreakingly beautiful.”
I fell in love.
This beauty is something of a paradox. When juxtaposed against the banality of present day architecture, these edifice - even in decay - are far better things.
Falling into ruin. The consequences of an embargo and the politics of imperialism.
Vestigial
Arriving in Havana, No.1
Arriving in Havana, No.2
A View from the Balcony, No.3
A Quiet Street with Neighbors
A Stairway in La Habana
A Juxtaposition with School Girls
La Catedral Silenciosa
The Lovers with Orange Umbrella
The Princess Spy
Abuela with Orange and Green
Dia del Lavado
Morning Light, 314 Aguila Street
Street Life in La Habana
Three Boys @ 6:30 Havana Time
The Supply Run
Passing Souls