One from the final edit.



Still a little lost in my head being back in snow filled Brooklyn. I find it easier to settle into an unknown world then it is to return to the familiar. Digging through and editing the images captured along the way in the heat of my apartment, I can almost get lost in the memories. Then I step away and remember, right... reality. This quiet moment is from a chance encounter in Andaraí where the women we met in town invited us into their home to experience Jarê, a regional variation of Candomble. They generously allowed us to photograph them, their surroundings and the ceremony without any questions to who we were or why we were there - as if every day eight photographers show up in a white van and photograph their every move. The other reality.