OANA LOHAN
Oana Lohan uses ink, paper, cameras and words to tell stories. She rides a black bike with enormous sidepockets and is always bubbly and brimming with anecdotes. Oana was one of the first persons to hear the story of Rosumovi, at the time when it was just an idea in its infant stages, overly debated over wine from the silky sofas of a Bucharest apartment. We are now at a sun-soaked side street cafe in bustling Marais, she has just parked her bike and is welcoming us with the most blatant naturalness. Continue reading “OANA LOHAN”