Farewell to spontaneous gelato, seaside swims, high temps and minimal clothing. The last remnants of summer linger on, but in our thoughts and calendars, the season of sun is officially over. And I couldn't be happier.
Life of Film | Vol 7
Airport reunions, existential conversations along the Wild Atlantic Way, forgotten backpacks on Irish islands, future in-laws introduced, pints of Guinness, a sandy, jubilant dog on the beach. This is life on film – volume 7.
Waning out of a COVID-19 world, I now feel comfortable enough to comment on those ambivalent lockdown months and my subsequent move to a foreign country 14,000 kilometres away.
NYE | Swiss Alps
Over the years, I’ve come to learn that I am an emotionally nostalgic person who feels too much. Trust me, I’ve tried desperately hard to suppress it; it’s just a ‘phase’ I’ll grow out of - I would tell myself. But alas, the soppiness continued and I just couldn’t resist the notion of digging deep…
A Fugitive in Budapest
A psychic I saw in 2016 once told me this: "You will travel the world like a nomad - far, wide and greatly. But the cards say to be careful, for at times you will use travel to run away - don't do this." Coincidentally, another psych sign came one month ago when I was…
Anecdotes of Italy
Growing up in the suburbs, I lived next door to an elderly Italian couple from Sicily called Serge and Bianca. For twenty-one years they became my makeshift nonna and nonno; teaching me swear words over tea, showing me film strips of their youth and disclosing secret cannoli recipes. A foreigner among friends, I became obsessed…
Weekend à Paris
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…