havana painted dreamsPosted: January 16, 2012
My new obsession: getting to Cuba.
In the midst of architectural ruin and decay, the life that resides is so much more alive in the representation of preservation.
The palette that exists in the buildings is one that I have only found when wearing my rose colored glasses.
A special thank you to Michael Eastman for sharing his more then gifted eye and documenting what I have only imagined.
And maybe it’s the perfect temperature range of 69-80 degrees. Maybe its the socialist sharing of goods and rationing. Maybe it is the lack of progression and conservation of what once was.
But as I begin my week in these photos, I hope to one day live the life that they embody.
(And on another note, I would most defiantly need to buy this bathing suit. CANNOT GET ENOUGH BLACK MILK AS OF LATE.)