Letter from the Editor: Vitamin K

With the amount of Vitamin D I’ve consumed in the past year, I should have gotten stock for it. Prevention, pain relief, these are the basics tenets of any product out on the market. Not getting enough Sun? Go for a walk. Can’t go out due to pandemic? 1000mg of Vitamin D, stat.

Art is my vitamin/drug of choice. I’m a pusher of picturesque portrait pleasure. Ailed by inferior imagery, I’ve got a painkiller for that. Concerned about looking bad  wherever images are seen? Karjaka has a prevention pill for you. Want to escape stiff photographs, and lose yourself in the moment creating iconic art, with a team to attend to your every beck and call?
Dr. Karjaka has your prescription ready.

 Vitamin KARJAKA. 
Have you had your daily dose?*

Refills are available in Studio or wherever photographs are being taken.

Aleksandr Karjaka
Aleksandr Karjakahttp://karjaka.com
Aleksandr Karjaka came to New York for the music, but stayed for the visuals. As a classically trained musician, he’s had the honor of performing with some of the greatest musicians, and artistic houses, in the world. Often quoted as "Listening through his eyes." he's photographed the lives and stories of thousands of artists of all fields over the years. Here are their KARJAKA portraits.

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