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| The Way West |
| The Way West presents images from ten years and thousands of miles of travel. A continuation of his ongoing exploration of the backroads of America, Kayafas uses his camera to investigate the histories and ritualized traditions of people living in the plains states. |
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| Mexico City |
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With more than 21 million people—the second largest city population on earth—more than half of whom are under 25, the vitality of the youth subculture is ubiquitous on the streets of Mexico City.
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| Totems |
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Kayafas’s explorations of an endangered vernacular architecture are at once straightforward records and unabashedly poetic meditations.
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| O Public Road! |
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If his photographs reveal a classical sense of form, an insistent purity of surface, Kayafas’s outlook has fought to keep itself militantly Democratic.... O Public Road!—like some black-and-white Chinese screen—compresses decades’ travel into the folding wonder of a single trip.
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| People in New York |
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There can be no relation more strange, more critical, than that between two beings who know each other only with their eyes, who meet daily, yes, even hourly, eye each other with a fixed regard, and yet by some whim or freak of convention fall constrained to act like strangers.
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| Cuba |
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In Cuba, what I see is a struggling, passionate, educated, creative, proud, and hungry people biding its time in the face of history and an international, political machine that has treated them and their country cruelly for two hundred years.
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| Coney Island Waterdance |
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These images are, for me, like passages from some primal, beautiful ballet—the energy, gesture, and emotion of the narrative rising and falling with the subjects on the waves.
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| Romania |
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Like other places where there have been protracted limitations on the populace’s freedom, the human consequence of repression has had the ironic effect of preserving traditions that would likely have been replaced by new world, international trends.
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| The Merry Cemetery of Sapanta |
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The village of the dead is loquacious, its dwellers talk with the ease and humor of the living Sapanta people.
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