Getting a handle on Cuba

On my taxi ride from Havana’s Jose Martí airport to my hotel, I was struck by the sheer number of classic cars.

I knew Cuba had a collection of cars that predated the revolution, but the variety was amazing. The door handles of these midcentury marvels caught my eye because each seemed to be an indicator of the condition of the rest of the car.

I realized I could share a bit of the soul of these cars just by photographing the handles, a sort of a metaphor for the opening of the doors to Cuba.