a small portion of my summer of 2013 was spent working in a hostel in a small coastal Italian city, right where the heel meets the sole of the boot: Brindisi.


the city was fine, it was beautiful sometimes, and without excessively rambling on about how much i hated being there...i hated being there.

developing a strong sense of restlessness and damn near depression from popping my bed bug cherry, being incredibly broke, losing my mind in an already lazy siesta culture; i grabbed my camera.

in a place i was finding quite ugly, i decided to take picture of ugly things;  

ugly things i found beautiful.


(you can click for a closer individual look)

.praha portals.

'Praha' is the Czech pronunciation of Prague, also Praha rolls off the tongue a bit easier....and then I could add 'portals.'

I was living in Prague in the winter of 2013 and became fascinated with the generationally dictated melting pot of design, art, and style that is now Prague. As a city, having been pressed through different governmental philosophies, from communism to democracy within the past 100 years; distinct & incredibly different styles are clumped very close, and in some cases on top of one another. 

Within a city block, it would be common to come across a few apartment buildings, some coffee shops, then stumble up the time tested stone stairs of a castle.

The doors tell the story of a complicated city in a simple and very obvious way, if you look.

You should look.

(have a glance at them individually with a 'click')