I recently took a walk through the medina with my friend Y and a new buddy, Kareem, from Club Le Troisième œil, a Rabat-based photography club that Kareem helped start. I have been a fan of the club since I arrived here in Rabat and it was a pleasure to walk through the medina with Y and Kareem. I normally approach photography as a solo endeavor, though it was nice to walk through the medina and oudayas with the guys. Walking around with two natives of Rabat was a very different experience than I would have had otherwise and I…
And another Barbary ape that we met south of Azrou, Morocco, in the Cedar Forest. This is getting out of hand!
Another Barbary ape that we encountered south of Azrou, Morocco, in the Cedar Forest. We can’t get enough of these guys!
One of the many Barbary apes living in the cedar forest atop Azrou, Morocco. The Barbary ape, or macaque, is a monkey that lives in North Africa and Gibraltar and can be found hanging out close to the road just south of Azrou. The Barbrary apes were social (though I wouldn’t invite them home for dinner, let alone near your open car) and aside from one sitting on my windshield and smearing his butt all over the glass, they were as nice as one could hope for.
As I alluded to earlier, I recently completed a multi-day assignment and am thrilled to share the results. I covered United States Attorney General Eric Holder’s visit to Morocco where he attended and spoke at the Arab Forum on Asset Recovery and met with numerous local officials. I met Attorney General Holder’s advance team prior to his arrival and received my assignment as well as motorcade schedule. (“Motorcade schedule” = “AWESOME / is this really happening?”) My assignment was a mix of introductions / hand-shakes, candid images and coverage of speeches and press conferences. Attorney General Holder’s first appointments were…
A recent visit to Jemma el Fnaa, normally one of my favorite sites for a kitschy sensory overload, took an ugly turn. I normally gravitate towards the story tellers and street performers, though this evening I encountered something new. A crowd ringed a young boy while a man walked around the circle, his hands full of bills as he challenged men in the crowd to offer their sons up to fight and accepting bets on the outcome. The boy in the photograph appeared to be there against his will and was ultimately pitted against a much larger and older boy….
Life has a certain way of obliterating any plans to revamp websites and produce portfolios (the kind that elevate one’s middling photography into a stellar form of expression that causes art buyers to quiver in their boots and fight over your oldest edits). That’s just fine with me.