Admittedly, I’m such a creep when I travel. Since falling in love with Robert Doisneau’s 1950 “Le Baiser De L’Hotel De Ville” in the mid-90’s, I’ve become slightly obsessed with photographing romance and unsuspecting kissing couples. I found these lovers in Amsterdam and Paris while on Passport Required’s April Trip.
The night I met Yung in a Saigon alley began the way all good stories do
Long lines pull me in. Like sirens and revenge and corsets and fame and perfume, promising
I’m in love with the pho bowl. Sriracha sauce! We got Sriracha sauce! It’s certainly no secret
