By lens and by line, this is life on film. March: a season of new beginnings and a time for change. Our coats get lighter, the bluebells blossom and the sky stays bright past 4pm. The seasons are rotating, and so are our moods. We're shyly, but surely, claiming back the day and savouring each…
This is what I know to be true. Portugal is the oldest country in Europe, Pastel de Nata's are humankind's greatest invention, sunsets by the sea can truly soothe the soul and 2pm is a great time to get drunk by yourself in a port cellar. A sweet sunshine escape, an expedition of one's own,…
Ilford XP2, 27 shot-exposure in B&W film. £8.99 from Boots. 'You're probably the only person I know who would still buy something like that.' says my work colleague as we spend our lunch wandering around the Kew Retail Park. 'Maybe. But there is something cool about blindly shooting a moment, forgetting about it, and then…
"Who would have thought? You, me, Bella and Barcelona in the winter of 2019. Who would have thought?" The three of us are nestled into the back of a taxi, en route from El Prat Airport Terminal 2 to Plaça de Catalunya. We're driving northeast, parallel to the Mediterranean Sea coastline. It's a Friday afternoon, circa 1…
February 14th. Mark it, or don’t. Either way, it’s coming hot and heavy on your calendar, shop fronts and social media feeds. For some, it's the hallmark of love; officiated by rose bouquets and boxed chocolates. For others, it's a Bridget Jones meme, where one sits in solitude, eating last-weeks Thai takeaway. It's self-love, staying…
A capital steeped in history, medieval mysteries and baroque architecture, Prague wins the game of the gothic thrones. Crowned as the world's best preserved Medieval city, Prague feels like an untouched movie set, starring a melodrama romance and a little beheading. A grand Prague Castle and St Vitus Cathedral is decorated in haunting gargoyle heads;…
Beret hunting, French oil paintings and live string quartets. A city of old and new romantics, complex metro systems and 9 AM chocolate éclairs.Foreign tongues fervently kissing and unexpected political protests; both executed in equal passions. Blink and you’ll miss an empty Arc de Triomphe. Stare too long and the Eiffel Tower will never let you…
Burnt salmon and shrunken laundry. Sweet freedom and shameless sleep-ins. This is moving out; both the good, the bad, and the overlapping in-between.
Vanilla bean ice cream melts on the fingertips and fresh sea water breathes into the pores. 16km is walked on a stone beach and a box of battered fish becomes victim to the seagulls. Children’s squeals echo off the piers wooden boards, whilst flashing, overpriced arcade games encourage more noise. Stroll along the Hove’s colourful huts…
It’s a place sought out by many with a reputation that proceeds. A land of canals, potent grass and red lights, with museums a many and askew gingerbread houses. Travelling to Netherland’s capital and most populated city, I took a quick hiatus from London to have a weekend affair with Amsterdam. DAY EENE Noses for…
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