New York City & On the Road
Photographer - Writer. Adventure Traveller. Brand Consultant. Art Gallery Director. Possible Spy. Always on the road, living under an alias. Seeking co-conspirators. http://charliegrosso.com
21,128 words in 48 moments in 26 cities since November 18th, 2013
Hanoi — I roam around Hanoi on my 125cc motorbike (Sylvia is her name) and alternate cafes for offices. Today’s office is actually called The KAfe. The crowd is a mixture of Vietnamese and expats. The blond w...
Chitral — The phone pings. It must be time to get up. It’s still dark out but its winter and the alarm is meant to be early. It’s breaking news from the BBC app and not the alarm. I must change the setting. It’...
Bangkok — “I’m sorry Ma’am but I don’t have you on this flight tonight. Do you know your ticket number?” As it turns out, I am not on this flight to Kuala Lumpu to Kathmandu. I am on the flight tomorrow night....
Fraction of A Second
The Night of the Coup
An overdue reply to a letter, lingering 150+ days on, prompted by another Hi moment.
A bomb gone off on Istiklal ...
A night as "free-range" cattle - or - Searching for a unified theory on courtship.
Waking Up to Hateful Tweets. Internet Trolls and What To Do When You Find Yourself in a Fight You Can't Win.
I hope his day riding the surf was perfect.
A storm and a selfie worthy moment
Holding on to These Ordinary Days.
Now, Next Week, the Week After and Sometime in the Future. Writing a will and I'm only 36.
Undercover in NYC...(Where the author finally, at last, accepts the obvious. Lets not talk about why it took her so long. She feels plenty dumb)...Part 3
Anywhere but here...(The author squirms in extreme discomfort and restraints are necessary to prevent her from doing something bad)...Part 2
The problem with re-entry...(Where the author is pleased to return home and discovers for the nth time the problems with home)...Part 1
A soul corrupting Blackberry Pie, Cilantro Honey Lamb...but it is never really about the food is it?
Do you prefer perfection or affection?
Sylvia and I, vol. 24
Sylvia and I, vol. 23
It is not the blank pages that's scary, but the absolute honesty the story requires.
It's all about eye contact
This half is mine, that half is yours.
Work is not always WORK; how you get to what is next is well...keep on going.
You won't need me anymore.
The city as anthology; everywhere is made up of somewhere else.
In between just for tonight and forever and ever.
Becoming Local. Learning to ride a motorcycle in Hanoi.
This room, where he saw the world, where he created a world.
Life got super simple. Only if it could last, just like this, forever.
How do you buy SALT?!
Fallen into cliche.
Your Eyes are Mine Eyes
How did Romeo and Juliet...KNOW?!
There is so little air traffic and no control tower, the ground crew simply gives us a thumbs up for "clear to take off!"
In the middle of a "Soft Military Coup"
Her face says it all.
There was no passion, only 30ºC nights.
In Yangon, yet all I want is Benedict Cumberbatch.
The road is calling....mayhem is coming. 3500km across India in a rickshaw.
Emergency Sex. Do you want company?
Pool side in turquoise, white polka dot and cheap paperback novel.
Who are you when it is all done? Risky business of you = your work.
Another morning at the fish market. I've photographed markets all over the world for nearly two decades. This trip is supposed to be different.
A moment of quiet indulgence amidst the decadence of Art Basel Miami Beach.
NYC, you are lovely always...but I love it the most when everyone has gone and it is just you & I.
Sat night. On the subway ride home. #newyorkmoment