Every tattoo has a story. Whether it's the meaning behind the tattoo or the experience of getting it. I've gotten a tattoo in the back of a bar, I've gotten poked with a needle and a chopstick by my best friend, I got a tattoo on a trip in Israel. I love the aesthetic and the memories associated with each one. And although there is a story for every tattoo I have, here's the story about the first I ever got.
Life as a professional photographer and videographer leads you to some breathtaking places. Between the scenery, charismatic locals and mind-blowing restaurants, it’s hard to pick my favorite part of traveling for work. On the other hand, it’s easy to pick my least favorite part: bedtime. Waking up early and carrying around cumbersome equipment all day translates to a sore back, legs and body all night. It’s hard to stay mad when you’re in places like St. John and St. Thomas (my most recent destinations) though, so I just counted my blessings (and some sheep) and dealt with it happily.
Taste and smell has the ability to bring you right back to a specific moment in time. It triggers your memory and lights up your senses to bring you comfort. Or it can trigger bad memories like too much Jose Cuervo in college...still can't drink it to this day. On a positive note, nothing reminds me of Switzerland like rosti and eggs, croissants with nutella and hot chocolate. Nothing reminds me more of Barcelona than a ham and cheese on a croissant and wine cheaper than water. Nothing reminds me of Turkey like simit with honey and butter and the vast tables of mezze with raki. Food had the ability to teleport your mind to different places. For instance Balthazar's bakery in New Jersey has an amazing ham and cheese croissant. If you warm it up, close your eyes and take a bite, it tastes sitting outside a cafe in Spain. This is a feeling everyone is familiar with and if you're not sure you know it watch the movie Ratatouille.
Today is May 14th 2020; it’s my 28th birthday.
Not all hope is lost in New York City. While everyone is quarantined, the earth is healing. It brings me such joy hearing that the water in Venice is running clear, the mountain line around LA is visible and global pollution levels are down significantly. But most of all, good people are keeping me happy these days...
Everything has a beat. And if you live in New York City you know that to be especially true. Click play and continue reading.