My friend Paloma took a bunch of photos when I was visiting her in Chile.
Not only does she have a better camera than me, but she is a significantly better photographer. Hence why these look like actual Chile, rather than Sandusky, Ohio, like mine do.
We took this from the top of the W hotel. They charged us $3 for those palm trees to be in our view.
Contemplating the design of a life fully lived. Or, wait, I’m peeing. Yep, I’m peeing here.
If the figure on top of the cupola is gay, is it technically a ‘weather vain’?
Valparaiso, feloniously pastel.
Escher gets an iPad
You can tell I took this one because BACKLIGHTING
I was seriously phobic about getting tangled in one of these. Hella of them were at like shoulder height.
We actually took this by accident because we didn’t know what F-stop was. But it turned out ok!
I don’t know how she got this photo to look like mid-’50s Johannesburg, but I wish my camera had that setting.
An apparently famous Paris graffiti artist was doing a huge piece in Valparaiso. We shouted and waved, but he couldn’t hear us under all his dreadlocks.
It’s better that you can’t see the look of sheer terror on my face.
I was so excited for local produce when I was there, but it was mostly imported from Ecuador.