Hot Days And Hard Soles Through Havana

Photographer Irina Rozovsky travels throughout the capital city and captures locals communing in the dark, tropical nature, and overall photo experiences that breathe the culture of her journey…

“I first came to Havana in July when it was impossibly hot and even the sea was sweating. To catch my breath, I’d lean against the wrinkled walls of tired buildings and leave on each a dripping imprint. “This troubled only the gringo visitors—everyone else could see in the dark.” The heat was ruthless. It caused electrical outages and in the evenings the city slipped into thick blackness. This troubled only the gringo visitors—everyone else could see in the dark. They sat abuzz on the boardwalk cradling bottles of rum and throwing the empties to the waves that crashed on the rocks below. “It’s called dogs’ teeth” Bonco told me—those glass shards among the rocks when you’re swimming the next morning that scratch and make your feet bleed. But the boys and young guys hurl themselves into the water anyway, always diving like it’s the last time.”