This blurry violin was in the shop for a neck reset.
The first time I had this coffee I was about 9 or 10 years old while I was visiting my grandparents in Puerto Rico. Only a few places carry this coffee in the New York / New Jersey area so when I did find it in a local grocery store I literally bought five bags just in case in disappears again and Im not going to lie when I had the first cup memories of the grandparents came flooding back.
This was the last Violin I photographed before Giancarlo Arcieri moved away from New York City for warmer weather. I really miss the random conversations we would have while I sat there and watched him work.