“Do you know how to eat that bread?” he asked from the next table over. I was in the middle of slicing a small tomato to top onto crusty hard bread, so hard that I wondered if it was stale, and in doing so committed a foodie faux pas on one of the most traditional Catalan…

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I booked my flights to Washington D.C. from London for the Women’s March two weeks after the election. Enough was enough; I had grown tired of the despair and helplessness I felt which was further magnified by the fact that I was so far away from home. And l know this is largely symbolic but I…

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  Venice is a photographer’s dream in January. You will find a lull in tourist foot traffic and Venetian women emerging snug in their long fur coats looking regal even when toting around their food trolley full of groceries in Rialto Market. Venetian light is like the texture of a cucumber that has been plucked from an ice bath: crisp and cool but with…

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Every December I tell myself the same old lies; I will spend the month working only on personal projects, ones that would refill my well of inspiration. I will practice new skills gleaned from the last twelve months and challenge stale notions of making a photograph. I will dedicate time to read books stacked next to…

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On the first weekend of October Jess and I traded one island for another. We arrived in Mykonos bleary eyed from a 4AM wake up call in order to catch the first flight out of London but eager to start the first destination of our epicurean journey experience in Greece. Though I’ve never visited the Cyclades I knew to expect…

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In Messinia, the southwestern part of the Peloponnese, I found the spirit of Tuscany in Greece. Specifically at Costa Navarino. It’s not just the curvaceous rolling hills or cypress trees lining the roads. Nor is it only the vineyards that cover patches of green land with olive groves that seemed to fill the rest. It was also…

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On the 65th day of August we sat in a candlelit cellar that served as a winery cave 400 years earlier and tasted a flight of wines from grapes cultivated out of volcanic soil. Any calendar might have indicated it was early October but on that arid Greek island the summer heat lingered far longer….

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