Author: KCF

Madrid, Spain — Yesterday, July 4th, we slipped into the streets of Madrid to celebrate Pride. The party spread out all across the city. We saw floats at the Plaza de Cibeles, witnessed masses of heads bobbing to DJs on stages that dwarfed them, and admired the magnificent backdrop the city’s architectural riches provided—many of…

The best love stories are equal parts improbable and absolutely inevitable.

I like Fall best of all. It is when the earth and everything on it surrenders to our inherent mortality, when death is in the air and the bright gifts of Spring wither. It is the reminder that all good things come to an end, as will we, and that we must cherish everything we…

In a strange city, it can be hard to break through all the surfaces meant to keep you at bay. But if the city pulses as if you were standing on the back of a sleeping beast; if behind each shuttered window you sense a ruby-red secret; if you fear you will die of hyper-ventilated…

I am drawn to the things I cannot see

Listen to the audio version here: When she was younger, Amelia was chosen to be the Beauty Queen of her local shooting club in Baradero, Argentina. In the 1990s, with her children out of the house, she and her husband moved to Buenos Aires, where there was more to do. “I was always brimming with…