Journal

Historiography of Huaraches
I recall with the clarity of the midday sun the time my cousin took me to buy my first huaraches. We went to a tianguis in Sahuayo. The market buzzed with voices, the smell of fried corn and leather, the rhythm of hammer on nail and braided straps. Every stall felt like a small altar to making. My first pair were the classic open-toe huaraches with a sole made from a recycled tire. They took weeks to break in; I remember the blisters, the stubbornness, the way they finally bent... Read more...
The Albanian Riviera
The Albanian Riviera
landing in a dusty, downtrodden bus station on the outskirts of tirana, reminded me of the grapevine, the dusty catacombs of california, only on the other side of the globe.  ... Read more...
Playlist for La Vida Lenta
Playlist for La Vida Lenta
Mediterranean Tropicalism this playlist is a love letter to salsa, the rhythm of latin america, caribbean blues, love in latin, but also tunes that blend into a rustic mediterranean landscape.... Read more...