On Streetscapes and the Pursuit of Authenticity in Havana, Cuba
Walking through La Havana Vieja, I couldn’t stop taking pictures of streetscapes. I’d be walking down one block when I’d catch a glimpse of another and hurry there to capture it before it—I don’t know, disappeared? Changed? Before the onion seller moved his cart? The pristine vintage Studebaker pulled away? The wind moved the sheets drying from the windows into...