The skyline might have changed. Millennium Park certainly had not existed. But there still so many things I remember about my hometown, even after more than twenty years abroad. Returning awakens the memories of how the summertime smells of cut grass and coming rain. Pizza. Those cement sidewalk stamps at the corners just before the […]Read More
I have probably already supplied you with enough information to reinforce your belief that such a pilgrimage is yet another pointless act of religious craziness. But I would not be so quick to draw your sharp weapon of logic. You might discover it is much blunter than you had imagined.Read More
It is not exactly on the main axis of tourism of Rio de Janeiro. For that matter, it is not even easily placed on the axis of tourism for visitors spending a day hiking among the many attractions in Rio’s Centro between Cinelândia and the newly fashioned port area of Praça Mauá. The Real Gabinete […]Read More
I’ve always said that I am not one for museums. There is something about objects extracted from their context that bore me, failing to capture my attention | Sempre falei que não gosto de museus: vendo um monte de obras extraídas dos respetivos contextos me da um tédioRead More
The candombe tradition of Montevideo, Uruguay may not be so well-known as other Carnivals, but it might just be one of the most authentic.
photos and text by Nacho Hammad
That is why after another five years and on the occasion of my tenth journey to India I was shocked to see young Indian women taking holidays on their own.Read More
I had travelled to the other side of the world and then some, only to find myself on my street again, as if I had arrived right back in my historic, hilltop neighborhood of Santa Teresa in Rio de Janeiro. But I was not in Brazil. I was on vacation and in the capital of GoaRead More