Montserrat College of Art Class of 2011
In Sao Paulo I stepped off the plane and into a taxi. On the highway my first thought (aside from trying to convert Kilometers/Horas to Miles/Hour) was the vast number of motorcycles. All single cylinder: Suzuki, Yamaha, and Honda. All ridden recklessly by what I could only describe as dusty silhouettes. Anonymous, the riders bandContinue reading “Moto-boys of Brazil, The Anonymous”
Imagine you are me I always lose my keys and lock myself out of my house… Imagine you are him always finding keys yet still locked out of someone else’s house.