garbage from havana.

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I loved Havana.

this has been documented in a photo gallery [one of my personal favorites] a podcast from the balcony where this short begins, as well as a street musician who’ll break your heart.

I loved it so much, I even posted how to sneak in.

and – in the midst of all of that – there were some gorgeous shots that ended up on the cutting room floor. maybe they were shaky, maybe it was too dark, maybe it was funny without relevance… whatever. but I couldn’t bring myself to throw them in the trash.

so, to the tune of my favorite Cuban song, from my favorite Cuban voice – the gradoux.

the beautiful gradoux.