COLOR PALETTE — Cremona, Italy
Cremona is a small city in northern Italy, known for its violins, which have been manufactured there since the early 16th century. Although it's very quiet, classical music can be heard playing softly at almost every corner. Curvilinear details are everywhere, echoing the shape of the city's favorite instrument.
Color Diary x El Paso: The Edge of Texas
I took these photos on a recent trip to visit family in El Paso, the westernmost point of Texas. Just across the border is Ciudad Juárez in Chihuahua, Mexico.
A customer at Mata's Fruit Store downtown.
Color Diary x Las Vegas — Off the Strip
These are a mix of photos I took with my iPhone, DSLR and a disposable camera.
Vickie's Diner for eggs, home fries & toast.
The now-boarded up Tod's Motor Motel.
Outside Luv-It Frozen Custard, where I ordered The Western.
Brooklyn Color
I took these photos on a recent Sunday stroll through my neighborhood, Crown Heights.
I don't know what it is about Brooklyn. The color I see here is unlike anything I've seen in any other place. It's been my home for the past five years, and my eye is still surprised when I walk down the street. I'm bound to find something odd or delightful, or both.
You feel a strong sense of history here, the touch of many human hands. So many layers, all smooshed together and painted over. The buildings on my block alone resemble a line of toy blocks, some brand new, others well-worn with time and love. I suppose that's the feeling I'm trying to capture.
Chand Raat in Brooklyn's Little Pakistan
Every year on the eve of Eid-ul-Fitr, it's tradition among South Asian Muslims to celebrate Chaand Raat (meaning “night of the moon” in Urdu). On the last night of Ramadan, people gather in public to break fast and spot the new moon, which marks the arrival of Eid.
There’s music and devotional singing. Women have their hands painted with henna, or mehndi, as it's known in Urdu. It's the perfect time for last minute Eid shopping with plenty of sweets, toys, clothes and jewelry for sale.
On Brooklyn's Coney Island Avenue, there are a few blocks comprising Little Pakistan, a neighborhood where this celebration happens every year. I was away from home this Ramadan, and coming from a Pakistani family, I felt a strong pull to join in the festivities.
I brought along my best friend and muse, Nkiru.
