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Self portrait with rowboat. Central Park, NY. When I moved to New York, I knew nobody. For the first time in my life I was completely alone and in the absence of ‘people to see and places to go’ I spent many days here, wandering, camera in hand. Each time I return it feels familiar, …
I grew up in Australia where the ocean runs in our veins. I also have a little gypsy blood in mine. Little wonder I should find myself drawn again and again to Coney Island where the sea and the carnies dance… Photo: @kerrypayne
Hot town, summer in the city — Brooklynites of all race, religion and social standing come together in pursuit of a common goal: relief from the blistering 99 degree heat. Laughter is the common language. Photo: @kerrypayne I'm Australian, based in New York City and thrilled to be photographer #3 for BurnDiary. Looking forward to …
My last day. I'm in Sperlonga like one week ago. The man in silouhette is Marcello's father. I want to say thank you to all Burn staff for this week. Sperlonga, Italy. Photo by @giovannicoccophoto
"Trastevere". It's still a small town inside the metropolis. It's the childhood when we hanged the sheets out to dry in the sun. Rome, Italy. Photo by @giovannicoccophoto
The light inside St. Peter's Basilica has alway fascinated me. Rome, Italy. Photo by @giovannicoccophoto
"The eye does not see things but images of things that mean other things". Italo Calvino. Rome, Italy. Photo by @giovannicoccophoto
