When Alanna asked me to document her first trip to Jamaica, I knew it would be special — but I didn’t know how much it would ask of us, or how much it would give back.
Her dad is Jamaican, but she’d never been. There was a quiet question in the air: Would the island recognize her? Would she recognize herself in it?
We spent a month there, based mostly in Kingston but traveling through different parishes — chasing stories, light, and something deeper. I watched and photographed as she moved through markets, family homes, studio sessions, and long car rides through the hills. We met artists, scholars, and strangers who became anchors.
What we found wasn’t just beauty — it was connection, creativity, and the kind of magic that lingers long after you return home.