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It was 1976 when she and her little brother hopped on a boat overloaded with others to escape the only world she knew to find refuge and opportunity. They eventually made it to the United States but not before reaching Taiwan – only to be turned away – then tried their luck in Japan where they were…

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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 would spend the month working only on personal projects, ones that would refill my well of inspiration. I would practice new skills gleaned from the last twelve months and challenge stale notions of making a photograph. I would 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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It was 5:45AM when the doorbell buzzed. Breakfast arrived in the predawn darkness along with the soft clanging of plates under silver domes. The strapatsada, Greek scrambled eggs with tomatoes and feta, still warm and bougatsa pies flaky. Alison and I both reached for coffee first and after taking a few photos settled in our front row seats for a quiet…

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