Here I am, staring at the pots full of paints used for dyeing leather, on a roof in the Moroccan town of Fez. It was one of those moments I felt thrilled with my work, and my region. (more…)
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hospitality
It was 2003. My first visit to Iraq. Finally, dictator Saddam Hussein was gone. I saw a country in shambles. Yet it immediately dug its hooks into me. Never to let go again. (more…)
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