It’s been a year since I moved to Korea—and, perhaps unsurprisingly, the place has changed me and my understanding of the world. A lack of physical historicity has steadily re-trained my eye to extract a sense of place from visual cues bordering on the banal and, at the same time, the less pretentious.

The fact is, even in spite of being a war refugee as a child and even in spite of having to deal with a bit of homophobia after my public coming-out, I’m tall, I’m white and my life on the whole has been one of comfort and safety. In a sentence: I’ve enjoyed an existence of privilege.

What it ultimately boils down to is this: travelling shoes, a strong urge to bond with people and tell their stories. I don't presume otherwise - I'm absolutely certain that it was a dumb amount of luck in my own life that allowed me to go out into the world and chronicle the mindboggling varriety of lives of others.

Rummaging through my old bookmarks folders, I re-discovered a long-forgotten gem. This series of photographs, taken by the young and unfairly gifted Stanley Kubrick, shows the famed American boxer Rocky Graziano in his most unguarded moments.