Friday, April 18, 2014

On the Street…..The Barrier, Peru

Thursday, April 17, 2014

On the Street…..Fashion in Detail, Peru

Thursday, April 17, 2014

On the Street…….Back of the Truck, Peru

Thursday, April 17, 2014

On the Street…..Inside the Cusco Market, Peru

Thursday, April 17, 2014

On the Street……Inside the Market of Cusco, Peru

FASHION is what you wear.

 

STYLE is how you wear it.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

On the Street…..Inside the Market of Urubamba, Peru

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

On the Street…In the Market of Urubamba, Peru

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Another monochromatic color story in the market of Urubamba.

 

While working on this image I couldn’t help but notice how perfectly she fits within her surroundings.

 

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

On the Street…..In the Market of Urubamba, Peru

In the market of Urubamba,, instead of dressing in rich contrast colors (Monday’s example) ¬†or focusing on bold mixes of neon colors and diamond patterns (Tuesday’s example), ¬†I noticed that women here dress in a more monochromatic color palette. ¬† ¬†Later today¬†I have an exampleof a very simple blue/white look with just a hint of green and yellow in her shopping bag.

 

Notice how beautifully her hair works with her ensemble, like she built her look around her silver locks.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

On the Road…..In the Hills Outside Urubamba, Peru

Notice how different the color palette and use of trim and pattern is from the Peruvian women I posted yesterday

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

On the Street…..Halo of Flowers, Peru

One of the joys of my career is I never know what I will find around the next corner of the street or bend in the road.

 

On my second day in Peru, staying in the village of Urubamba, we took a road that snaked through the hills just outside town.

 

Farms, terraced hills, random livestock, the hills are full of a life not much different than it would have been one hundred years ago or more.

 

You can imagine how my jaw dropped when I saw this young girl, with her halo of flowers.

 

More than from a different place, she (and her little brother) were from a different place and time.  At that age I barely let my little girls handle the TV remote control,  let alone go off on a journey down a winding hillside road loaded down with a large clay pot on their back.

 

Everyday I’m so thankful that I get to discover the world in all its endless and fascinating diversities and similarities.