One of my favorite quotes is from Francis Bacon. Truthfully, I really fell in love with it after learning that photographer Dorothea Lange took it up as her credo:
“The contemplation on things as they are, without error or confusion, without substitute or imposture, is in itself a nobler thing than a whole harvest of invention.”
There’s something invigorating to me about capturing people when they least expect it or when they aren’t paying attention. Is it an invasion of privacy? Eh, maybe. But in today’s Instagram-perfected world, I like photographing people when they aren’t posing, putting on the version of themselves that they want the world to see. I’d much rather remember (and see) people for who they are.
Here are some portraits from Paris (Note: Sam took the pictures of me ❤ )
It’s hard to believe, but it’s been over six months (!!) since I went to Paris. The trip was a study abroad opportunity through my graduate school program. Together with 20 DePaul grad and undergrad students, I visited five different companies and learned about luxury marketing at the heart of this lavish city. After my week of studying abroad, Sam flew over to Paris and we spent another four or five days together.
Not gonna lie, folks: Paris wasn’t perfect. Sam and I were in a tough spot in our marriage. We tried hard to be normal while on this trip and, in the process, realized how drastically wrong everything felt between us. This trip was the peak of a volatile time in our relationship that lasted for months.
We arrived in Boston mid-morning on Thursday, the day before our Ragnar Cape Cod race. Lucky for us, we scheduled our visit so that we could maximize our time in the city, meaning we had almost a full day to check out Boston before our Ragnar race started.
The T subway system put us in an instant state of confusion, but one of the station workers at the airport helped us get where we needed to be. Our friend from Chicago, John, was running Ragnar with us over the weekend and used to live in Boston. He told us where to meet him downtown and gave us a brief walking tour around the city.
Sam’s folks were in town this last weekend, which allowed us to take advantage of doing some of the more tourist-y type things here in Chicago. One of our favorite places we’ve visited since living here is the Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio located in Oak Park. There are so many perks to living here in Chicago, but access to historic buildings by so many renowned architects is something we’ve really grown to appreciate. We’ve done two river boat tours and visited FLW’s home twice since moving here. It’s fascinating learning more about the people who shaped and built our city into the space it is today.
Even though this is a short post, I wanted to share some photos from Frank Lloyd Wright’s home and studio. I tend to take more detail-oriented photographs, but I feel that FLW’s penchant for intimate details lends itself to this kind of visual documentation. I hope you enjoy the pictures and visit this beautiful estate-turned-museum yourself!
Now that Autumn is in full swing (my favorite season!), this may be the last opportunity I have to share these photos from a month or two ago. Sam and I stayed with my brother, Jeff, in the Detroit area a few weeks back for a wedding we had in Michigan. Jeff really wanted to take us to the Eastern Market in Detroit, as its one of his favorite things about living in the Detroit area during his podiatry residency. I’m all about fresh product and community spaces (not to mention plants), so we were totally down for this early morning adventure in Detroit.
We departed with bags full of fresh, organic produce to take back with us to Chicago. We adopted 20 new plants for our apartment (thanks to Sam for graciously supporting my plant-hoarding tendencies). We nibbled samples of juicy fruits and crisp veggies. We pulled apart flaky pastries for breakfast and splattered tomato sauce over our clothes after our food truck lunch. We meandered around antique shops bordering the Market. For the few hours we spent wandering and ogling and taste-testing and taking a billion photos of everything, I found happiness in its purest form.
While there are so many things I can say about this incredible community niche, I feel like the photos of Eastern Market speak louder than words. This space captivated me, and I would have no problem visiting the Eastern Market every weekend for the rest of my life. If you ever get the chance to go, GO.
Here are some of my favorite photos from our morning at the Eastern Market.