Traveling in Guatemala
At my core, I am a travel documentary photographer. On a recent trip to Guatemala, I was overwhelmed with emotion witnessing the strength of intergenerational communities—particularly the mothers. Children clung to their skirts, laughter echoed through the markets, and the vibrant colors of their clothing painted a story older than the streets we walked. The influence of Mayan culture still lives strong in the mountain towns surrounding Lake Atitlán, and I felt lucky to witness it.
Giglio Fest, Williamsburg Brookyln
My first time at Giglio Fest felt like stepping into a world I didn’t know existed—an American-Italian subculture pulsing with pride, tradition, and joy. The scent of sausage and peppers filled the air, cigar smoke curled into the summer heat, and men with slicked-back hair looked like they’d walked off the set of Grease. It was loud, chaotic, and full of heart. I’ll be back next year, camera in hand.
Solar Eclipse, East Village
During the solar eclipse, Tompkins Square Park became a gathering ground. Neighbors lay on the grass with glasses and cameras turned to the sky. My favorite image, however, is of two men—both in iconic New York outfits—entirely uninterested in the celestial event. Instead, they were locked into their phones, side by side. They looked like two peas in a pod, perfectly mismatched and perfectly themselves.
Personal Work—A Growing New York Circle
Though I’m still fairly new to New York, one of the greatest joys of my life has been photographing the city as it unfolds around me—quiet gestures, loud characters, moments of magic tucked into the mundane. Living here means being immersed in humanity at all hours; you don’t just see life, you feel it moving beside you, above you, through your windows. My camera is how I keep up. I may be an outsider still learning the rhythm, but every frame I capture is a step closer to belonging in this beautiful, chaotic mosaic of lives lived in close proximity. You really don’t get it—until you live it.
