Our Story
Working a packed bar on Friday night in New York City 2014, I looked down the rail to see any empty glasses.
A half-beer here, a full martini there—when suddenly my eyes locked onto something—a woman sitting by herself, nose buried into an academic book on racial identity. I moved closer to read the full title, but just as I passed by, Heather lifted her eyes and we looked at each other for the very first time.
It’s crazy to think about how if Heather didn’t look up, or if I was just a little busier—then us, Capa, and Apollo Fields might have never happened.
Yet here we are. And so are you.