Havana, Cuba
Havana does not hold still. It lurches and shimmers and peels — paint, music, the hem of a dress in a doorway — and the streets absorb all of it without apology. To photograph here is to chase something that is always half a step ahead of you: the light off a 1950s Buick, the old man's glance, the moment a courtyard fills with shadow and then, just as quickly, with sound. These photographs were made in the pursuit of that feeling. What they caught is only part of what was there.
Built for the 1991 Pan American Games, this stadium is crumbling but still serves athletic dreamers. © Bob Plotkin
A woman sits with her child in the entrance of the boxing gym © Chantale Wong
The mirror holds a face, the windshield holds the city, the dashboard holds the saints — and somehow it all moves forward together. © Bob Plotkin
Whether you are in Havana, Hanoi or Marrakech, the barbershop tradition is a staple. © Larry Gassan
Havana is about the music © Brian Mosley
The hour between dark and darker, when life arranges itself around a fluorescent glow. © Bob Plotkin
In Havana, you hustle to survive. © Larry Gassan.