An ever-vacant billboard in my old neighborhood in Buenos Aires.
When I first visited San Francisco, this was the view that I remember upon entering the city: little pastel houses in rows on the hillside. And I thought, “Man, this is the ugliest city.”
Nothing’s better than walking in the middle of the street with your buddies at night.
It was an unbelievably gorgeous weekend in San Francisco. I don’t miss snow.
Taken from the rooftop of our apartment on Jackson and Jones.
New favorite thing to do in Chicago: make out in Millenium Park at the Cloud Gate sculpture.
This reminds me of Mary Poppins.
Pretty in pink in the Tenderloin.
This is my favorite photo from last week, shot on the way down from Nob Hill on Hyde Street.
I shot this on a street corner in the neighborhood of San Cristóbal, while waiting for a friend. I have been really into shooting the cityscape of bare trees and faded buildings on overcast days. Some people find these kinds of scenes oppressive, but for some reason I think they are really beautiful.