My little trip to Argentina is shown through these pictures. In such a big country, I had the pleasure of meeting its two poles and its tummy.
I traveled to Argentina in 2011, sort of on impulse (#foreverdreaming). I started this trip alone in a biodynamic farm located in Santa Fe. I completed one month of cheese making and filling my brain with so much knowledge that I think that’s where I forgot how to tie my shoes in favor of knowing about cow manure. From there, I went up north on a lucky streak to Iguazu Falls where the earth cracks open and gallons of gallons of water fills her wounds.
I stayed in a little town called Capiovi where the red soil has no mercy and all your belongings start to turn red too. I mounted a 15-hour bus ride back to Buenos Aires where I met up with my parents only to take a plane ride down south two days after.
Patagonia, what can I possibly say about her? Like any tourist, we went to see the big daddy of Patagonia, Perrito Moreno. I saw it from afar, from the sides, I even had the pleasure of walking on it. This kind of trip goes into the list of things I will never forget.
Thank you Argentina, I sometimes forget you but that’s just because I have a lousy memory.
Burkina Faso is a country that has three different climatic areas. It's mostly a land of the Sahel, very dry but with some vegetation and a short rainy season. The very south of the country is already in the tropical zone but the north still belongs to the Sahara desert. I had the opportunity to visit this area and witness a magical moment: a sunrise in the desert.
For three months last year, I traveled to 11 cities of eight Southeast Asian countries. My first destination from my hometown of Seoul was Vietnam. After 10 days in Hanoi, I joined a group tour to Sapa, an area known for its hill tribes. This is a photo story of my two days and one night in this remote but vibrant place.
Everything I had fit into eight boxes and two suitcases. That’s all I had collected in my 22 years on earth, eight boxes and two suitcases. My friends and I moved to Brooklyn in the dead of winter, just after a huge snowstorm. I came from California and had no real experience living in snow. All of it was magical to me.
The people of a city, to me, speak volumes about its culture and sense of community. And that is why I sought out the people who make Denver that much more interesting after the initial period of settling down. My search lead to a few establishments that have contributed to making Denver what it is today. In the second story on Transient Living, I present to you two of such establishments: The Craftsman & Apprentice, and A Small Print Shop.
After years of dreaming, planning, and working, it was finally time for me to fulfill a lifelong wish of mine: to travel around my home country of South Africa at my own pace while living in a camper van.
A recent trip to Bekasi City in his home country Indonesia had introduced priyotrilaksono not only to its sights and its locals, but was also treated to a firsthand demonstration of a local martial art form.
My family and I were in Udaipur (India) for a wedding ceremony and decided to travel around the area. We went to Jaisalmer, one of the most gorgeous cities I have ever seen (located on the border with Pakistan) and decided to stop by the remote Thar Desert, which is where these pictures were taken.
It was the Amazon which I had longed for my whole life. And when it was finally a set deal that I will travel to Brazil with two of my best friends for the Copa do Mundo (World Cup), we really had to start our adventure in the Amazon. I had known about this magical place deep in the rainforest. There was a lodge run by local people of indigenous background, with wooden houses that float on the water and a limited number of visitors. It was eco-tourism as how it should be. To preserve and to celebrate one of the most impressive locations I have seen so far.
You know that place you always picture in your head when you think of your dream holiday destination? That was Machu Picchu for me. Last May I decided to go for it and embarked on a two-and-a-half-week trip around Peru with my boyfriend.
This article is a tribute to an important street photographer, Edouard Boubat. His pictures are characterized by great poetic touch, strong social sensitivity, and utmost respect for people and places. Inspired by a book which contains Boubat's photos taken in the countries bordering the Mediterranean Sea, I pay homage by showcasing some of my photos taken within the same geographic area.
"Is it acceptable to photograph the homeless?" is one of the most hotly-debated topics when it comes to street photography. There are two opposing sides to this: those who believe it is, and those who don't. For those who do, capturing such photographs is mere documentation of the world around us. For those who don't, doing so is a form of exploitation.