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Through the Coal Dust:
A Brick Factory Encounter
A few minutes in a Bangladesh brick kiln nearly broke me. My Bangladesh documentary photography shows workers breathing coal dust for a couple of bucks daily.
Through the Coal Dust: A Brick Factory Encounter
A few minutes in a Bangladesh brick kiln nearly broke me. My Bangladesh documentary photography shows workers breathing coal dust for a couple of bucks daily.
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Through the Coal Dust: A Brick Factory Encounter
A few minutes in a Bangladesh brick kiln nearly broke me. My Bangladesh documentary photography shows workers breathing coal dust for a couple of bucks daily.
My North America Roots: From Nashville to New Orleans
I was born in Nashville, Tennessee in 1975- the first and only child to first generation immigrant parents. My father was a young Chilean pediatrician working at Meharry Medical College and my mother, a Vietnamese accountant and MBA working for the Internal Revenue Service. At the age of 3, we moved to New Orleans, Louisiana.
From First Steps to Lifelong Roots: My African Journey
It is rumored that I even took my first steps at the Boulevard Hotel! Little did I know at that time, but Africa eventually became my home later on, importantly influencing my formation.
Doctor or Photographer? The Life-Changing Choice I Faced in 1997
My father was born and raised in Santiago de Chile to German/Jewish parents. My grandparents fled WWII in 1939 and started a new life in Chile. In 1997, I graduated from Tulane University, in New Orleans. Not anxious to jump right into medical school, I decided to take a year off to explore my family roots. It was actually during this year that I really started to develop my skills as a photographer.
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My North America Roots: From Nashville to New Orleans
I was born in Nashville, Tennessee in 1975- the first and only child to first generation immigrant parents. My father was a young Chilean pediatrician working at Meharry Medical College and my mother, a Vietnamese accountant and MBA working for the Internal Revenue Service. At the age of 3, we moved to New Orleans, Louisiana.
From First Steps to Lifelong Roots: My African Journey
It is rumored that I even took my first steps at the Boulevard Hotel! Little did I know at that time, but Africa eventually became my home later on, importantly influencing my formation.
Doctor or Photographer? The Life-Changing Choice I Faced in 1997
My father was born and raised in Santiago de Chile to German/Jewish parents. My grandparents fled WWII in 1939 and started a new life in Chile. In 1997, I graduated from Tulane University, in New Orleans. Not anxious to jump right into medical school, I decided to take a year off to explore my family roots. It was actually during this year that I really started to develop my skills as a photographer.
Full Circle: From My Mother’s Return to My Own Homecoming in Vietnam
The first time I landed in Vietnam, I could see the heavily pock-marked bomb craters on the rice fields surrounding the Ho Chi Minh City airport from the window of the airplane. It was 1986, just 11 short years after the end of the Vietnam War.
From Visa Delays to the Himalayas: A Journey Through Nepal
After a random discussion with a friend over a beer, I decided Nepal would be my next destination. From decision to “boots-on-the-ground” it took just three days.
Through the Coal Dust: A Brick Factory Encounter
A few minutes in a Bangladesh brick kiln nearly broke me. My Bangladesh documentary photography shows workers breathing coal dust for a couple of bucks daily.
My North America Roots: From Nashville to New Orleans
I was born in Nashville, Tennessee in 1975- the first and only child to first generation immigrant parents. My father was a young Chilean pediatrician working at Meharry Medical College and my mother, a Vietnamese accountant and MBA working for the Internal Revenue Service. At the age of 3, we moved to New Orleans, Louisiana.
From First Steps to Lifelong Roots: My African Journey
It is rumored that I even took my first steps at the Boulevard Hotel! Little did I know at that time, but Africa eventually became my home later on, importantly influencing my formation.
Doctor or Photographer? The Life-Changing Choice I Faced in 1997
My father was born and raised in Santiago de Chile to German/Jewish parents. My grandparents fled WWII in 1939 and started a new life in Chile. In 1997, I graduated from Tulane University, in New Orleans. Not anxious to jump right into medical school, I decided to take a year off to explore my family roots. It was actually during this year that I really started to develop my skills as a photographer.
Full Circle: From My Mother’s Return to My Own Homecoming in Vietnam
The first time I landed in Vietnam, I could see the heavily pock-marked bomb craters on the rice fields surrounding the Ho Chi Minh City airport from the window of the airplane. It was 1986, just 11 short years after the end of the Vietnam War.
From Visa Delays to the Himalayas: A Journey Through Nepal
After a random discussion with a friend over a beer, I decided Nepal would be my next destination. From decision to “boots-on-the-ground” it took just three days.
Through the Coal Dust: A Brick Factory Encounter
A few minutes in a Bangladesh brick kiln nearly broke me. My Bangladesh documentary photography shows workers breathing coal dust for a couple of bucks daily.
My North America Roots: From Nashville to New Orleans
I was born in Nashville, Tennessee in 1975- the first and only child to first generation immigrant parents. My father was a young Chilean pediatrician working at Meharry Medical College and my mother, a Vietnamese accountant and MBA working for the Internal Revenue Service. At the age of 3, we moved to New Orleans, Louisiana.
From First Steps to Lifelong Roots: My African Journey
It is rumored that I even took my first steps at the Boulevard Hotel! Little did I know at that time, but Africa eventually became my home later on, importantly influencing my formation.
Doctor or Photographer? The Life-Changing Choice I Faced in 1997
My father was born and raised in Santiago de Chile to German/Jewish parents. My grandparents fled WWII in 1939 and started a new life in Chile. In 1997, I graduated from Tulane University, in New Orleans. Not anxious to jump right into medical school, I decided to take a year off to explore my family roots. It was actually during this year that I really started to develop my skills as a photographer.
Full Circle: From My Mother’s Return to My Own Homecoming in Vietnam
The first time I landed in Vietnam, I could see the heavily pock-marked bomb craters on the rice fields surrounding the Ho Chi Minh City airport from the window of the airplane. It was 1986, just 11 short years after the end of the Vietnam War.
From Visa Delays to the Himalayas: A Journey Through Nepal
After a random discussion with a friend over a beer, I decided Nepal would be my next destination. From decision to “boots-on-the-ground” it took just three days.
Through the Coal Dust: A Brick Factory Encounter
A few minutes in a Bangladesh brick kiln nearly broke me. My Bangladesh documentary photography shows workers breathing coal dust for a couple of bucks daily.
My North America Roots: From Nashville to New Orleans
I was born in Nashville, Tennessee in 1975- the first and only child to first generation immigrant parents. My father was a young Chilean pediatrician working at Meharry Medical College and my mother, a Vietnamese accountant and MBA working for the Internal Revenue Service. At the age of 3, we moved to New Orleans, Louisiana.
From First Steps to Lifelong Roots: My African Journey
It is rumored that I even took my first steps at the Boulevard Hotel! Little did I know at that time, but Africa eventually became my home later on, importantly influencing my formation.
Doctor or Photographer? The Life-Changing Choice I Faced in 1997
My father was born and raised in Santiago de Chile to German/Jewish parents. My grandparents fled WWII in 1939 and started a new life in Chile. In 1997, I graduated from Tulane University, in New Orleans. Not anxious to jump right into medical school, I decided to take a year off to explore my family roots. It was actually during this year that I really started to develop my skills as a photographer.
Full Circle: From My Mother’s Return to My Own Homecoming in Vietnam
The first time I landed in Vietnam, I could see the heavily pock-marked bomb craters on the rice fields surrounding the Ho Chi Minh City airport from the window of the airplane. It was 1986, just 11 short years after the end of the Vietnam War.
From Visa Delays to the Himalayas: A Journey Through Nepal
After a random discussion with a friend over a beer, I decided Nepal would be my next destination. From decision to “boots-on-the-ground” it took just three days.
Through the Coal Dust: A Brick Factory Encounter
A few minutes in a Bangladesh brick kiln nearly broke me. My Bangladesh documentary photography shows workers breathing coal dust for a couple of bucks daily.
My North America Roots: From Nashville to New Orleans
I was born in Nashville, Tennessee in 1975- the first and only child to first generation immigrant parents. My father was a young Chilean pediatrician working at Meharry Medical College and my mother, a Vietnamese accountant and MBA working for the Internal Revenue Service. At the age of 3, we moved to New Orleans, Louisiana.
From First Steps to Lifelong Roots: My African Journey
It is rumored that I even took my first steps at the Boulevard Hotel! Little did I know at that time, but Africa eventually became my home later on, importantly influencing my formation.
Doctor or Photographer? The Life-Changing Choice I Faced in 1997
My father was born and raised in Santiago de Chile to German/Jewish parents. My grandparents fled WWII in 1939 and started a new life in Chile. In 1997, I graduated from Tulane University, in New Orleans. Not anxious to jump right into medical school, I decided to take a year off to explore my family roots. It was actually during this year that I really started to develop my skills as a photographer.
Full Circle: From My Mother’s Return to My Own Homecoming in Vietnam
The first time I landed in Vietnam, I could see the heavily pock-marked bomb craters on the rice fields surrounding the Ho Chi Minh City airport from the window of the airplane. It was 1986, just 11 short years after the end of the Vietnam War.
From Visa Delays to the Himalayas: A Journey Through Nepal
After a random discussion with a friend over a beer, I decided Nepal would be my next destination. From decision to “boots-on-the-ground” it took just three days.
Through the Coal Dust: A Brick Factory Encounter
A few minutes in a Bangladesh brick kiln nearly broke me. My Bangladesh documentary photography shows workers breathing coal dust for a couple of bucks daily.
My North America Roots: From Nashville to New Orleans
I was born in Nashville, Tennessee in 1975- the first and only child to first generation immigrant parents. My father was a young Chilean pediatrician working at Meharry Medical College and my mother, a Vietnamese accountant and MBA working for the Internal Revenue Service. At the age of 3, we moved to New Orleans, Louisiana.
From First Steps to Lifelong Roots: My African Journey
It is rumored that I even took my first steps at the Boulevard Hotel! Little did I know at that time, but Africa eventually became my home later on, importantly influencing my formation.
Doctor or Photographer? The Life-Changing Choice I Faced in 1997
My father was born and raised in Santiago de Chile to German/Jewish parents. My grandparents fled WWII in 1939 and started a new life in Chile. In 1997, I graduated from Tulane University, in New Orleans. Not anxious to jump right into medical school, I decided to take a year off to explore my family roots. It was actually during this year that I really started to develop my skills as a photographer.
Full Circle: From My Mother’s Return to My Own Homecoming in Vietnam
The first time I landed in Vietnam, I could see the heavily pock-marked bomb craters on the rice fields surrounding the Ho Chi Minh City airport from the window of the airplane. It was 1986, just 11 short years after the end of the Vietnam War.
From Visa Delays to the Himalayas: A Journey Through Nepal
After a random discussion with a friend over a beer, I decided Nepal would be my next destination. From decision to “boots-on-the-ground” it took just three days.
Through the Coal Dust: A Brick Factory Encounter
A few minutes in a Bangladesh brick kiln nearly broke me. My Bangladesh documentary photography shows workers breathing coal dust for a couple of bucks daily.
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