Danese Kenon

I heard the music drifting into the streets before I ever saw one dance move. I was in Havana, Cuba, 2003, walking into a dark room that was tucked away from the road. It was beautiful. They were beautiful. There were people everywhere dancing effortlessly, they were smooth…sexy. I was intrigued and my body was moving before my mind could understand. The first thing I did when I got back to the United States was find a dance club where the men and women danced like water flows. I’ve been addicted ever since.

I am originally from upstate New York and have moved here to work at The Indianapolis Star as a photojournalist. I have been a professional photographer for about six years. This job has taken me around the world. I hope one day, it will lead me back to Havana.