Night and DayDuring one of my recent journeys to the kingdoms of Southeast Asia, I was unpleasantly surprised to wake up one morning and discover that my phone had been stolen while I slept. Fortunately, the thieves didn't inspect my other bag, so they missed my precious Fuji. Turning to its lens, I began to view the world and captured images that would later evolve into the series I named "Night And Day."
YablochkaThe last time I travelled with my mom, it was to Murika. She had ongoing stuff there and distent relatives near Brighton Beach. She agreed to pay the plane ticket but made it clear she wouldn’t fund my daily errands. Can’t blame her, NYC is Outrageously expensive. I managed to hustle here and there and gathered a good amount I ended up spending on coffees and bagels. She never asked any question about where the money was from. I remember that night in Manhattan, armed with a borrowed Canon, reflecting on Nelson Sullivan and his friend Christina, RuPaul, and John Sex; Inspired, I decided to document my petite mama navigating the epicenter of the Western civilization. To me, she was like a small apple rolling in the big one, and with her dance-like stroll, the title just naturally fell into place.
