Video surveillance
byWho’s looking at you when you buy a coffee? It’s creepy, when you know all they can see. At the World Game Protection Conference…
Who’s looking at you when you buy a coffee? It’s creepy, when you know all they can see. At the World Game Protection Conference…
In a quick visit to Rome last month, Bob and I found it pretty quiet on the streets, theft-wise. Granted, we only spent a…
“Bambi? In Las Vegas? Really? Are you a stripper? [Guffaw.]” If your name is Bambi and you live in Las Vegas, these, apparently, are…
At the fork in the road I went left. I can thank the Parsis for my passion for photojournalism. Another man might have turned…
What’s more charming than a leisurely break at an outdoor café? Coffee, a beer, a glass of wine, maybe lunch… You chat with friends…
Maybe it’s a good idea to change the subject. Too much Barcelona negativity. So how ’bout, instead, I share a sign I saw at…
Barcelona, Spain—They look like any ordinary girls, right? Walking down La Rambla, tossing their long braids, empty hands swinging casually. We only saw this…
Barcelona, Spain—We’re walking along Carrer de Ferran, a block off La Rambla. Instead of paying attention to the street scene, I’m looking for a…
Barcelona, Spain—The Pigeon Poop Pickpocket got me with a double-blob on my back. I felt it ever-so-lightly and knew instantly we’d been accosted by…
Barcelona, Spain—We found Kharem again on La Rambla. He passed us head-on, with a huge smile. He didn’t notice us, but I recognized him….