2007 NCLR Conference Recap!

Hi, I lied. :) I said I'd be back later on that day but ended up being sooo busy! I just got back today, and will probably add more to this post as I sift through photos.

First off, I'd love to say that I was working with theeee most approachable father and son photography team, Los Alex (y el argentino!)de Gort Productions. I think they really made my week, b/c they were so helpful and chock full of advice which I soaked up like a sponge.

Orgullo encompasses so much more emotion than its literal translation, 'pride.'

Orgullo is what I felt to be working with such a prestigious organization.

Anyway, on to the photos!

I woke up at the crack of dawn to capture the Diabetes Dash:



Raul Yzaguirre, the original founder and president of NCLR showed up, of course!



My homeskillet, hermanito Marcos was a panelist in one of the Afro-Latino workshops we held. Watch out world, Marcos is going to do BIG things.



I later went to Centro Campesino (one of our affiliates) to shoot a couple pics. They work with farmworkers in the South Florida area, and it was a beautiful thing to visit a neighborhood that they helped build, and meet Latinos who were homeowners. I hope to be among that population someday!

Their building is fairly new as the old one was destroyed by a hurricane. The architecture was gorgeous.



This pretty lady is my fellow ar-teest friend from across the coast, Araceli. She's a phenomenal poet and singer/songwriter, and just a great person in general. She volunteered at the Naturalization Workshop we held and I think she put in a saint's work.



Pitbull stopped by to give some advice to the Lideres youth group. He was....candid! Very candid, but the kids (what am I talking about, I was in their shoes just 3 years ago!) were really appreciative of his time.



Hilary Clinton stopped by and I got to listen to her speak candidly about her goals if she wins the presidency whilst clamoring for a shoot spot in the photographer's pit. Talk about competition!



Al Sharpton also was a guest speaker. I got this shot in between bites of platano. :)


And the man who was too cool for school, Barack Obama came by:



I caught a pic of his shoes, yes, unusual, but I was half-expecting him to be rocking some crisp politic-kicks or something:



Why is he too cool? He has his own REGGAETON song!


Como se dice,

Como se llama,

Obama!

Obama!


This is to be continued, but I'll pseudo-end with a view from my 'lovely' hotel (more about that later)

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