Antes de querer, tengo que amarme.
Havana; one that is once again on the brink of massive transformation.
It was day 2 in Vedado, Havana, Cuba, when we had been graciously invited to dinner by some friends of ours down the street. What was supposed to be a small get-together, soon became an open-door community gathering, where what seemed like all the personalities in earshot flocked to the sound of loud music and the smell of hot soup. One of these personalities was Marylin. After a few minutes back and forth (my spanish still rusty), we ventured two floors down into the depths of the apartment building into Marylin's one bedroom home, where she shared and showed her stories of love, and of loss.
“The world had changed as I slept, and much to my surprise, no one had consulted me.”
— Carlos Eire, Waiting For Snow In Havana
In the beginning of summer 2016, I had the extraordinary opportunity to spend a month in Havana, Cuba, under the tutelage of renowned Cuban photographer Adrian Fernandez. The love affair was immediate; I found the city and country to be far and away the most photographically seductive place I have ever been to, due to both its intrinsic and aesthetic beauty. These images are part of a collage of moments that presented themselves to me, as well as pieces of intentioned photographic essays, that together I believe paint a picture of a breathtaking, but also fleeting, Havana; one that is once again on the brink of massive transformation. It is my hope that my work makes viewers feel informed and not blindsided as Eire was; immortalizing an instant they might otherwise not have been able to experience.
— Lucy Lyons on Cuba
It is my hope that my work makes viewers feel informed and not blindsided as Eire was; immortalizing an instant they might otherwise not have been able to experience.