hi friends, this is a little portfolio of some writing and photography across the last few years, a platform that allows me to present parts of my life that mean something to me x
it was as it had to be, the spring of 1993 in Cortina D'Ampezzo. hot nights and sleepless days, bathing by the Lake as the sun passed gently over the mountains, cool mornings in the Chalet, her bare feet on the floorboards by the fire. carrying her from the bathtub to the bedroom, the way her skin felt pressed against mine, the way her arms wrapped around my neck and she kissed my shoulder. the handsome young knight with his books and his words, the princess with her eyes,
and so the rain began, a burning desire kept quiet under the drizzle of a cool night sky. Paris in the winter, beautifully frozen, terribly bleak, the city of love, the city of ruin, my city of heartache. she had been gone 3 weeks now and neither of us were to be the same again. in the spring we would sneak into bookshops to escape the cold, I remember holding her gently as she traced her fingers across books with pretty covers and titles that made us laugh. her hand in min
it was the summer of 1976 and the heatwave had fallen across our little island off the coast of Sicily. we had found some cliffs just a small drive from the town where the rocks were white and the water crisp. it had been 2 years and I finally felt alive again in the heat of the Italian summer. we spent the days in the shade of beach umbrellas and bookshops where all I ever looked for was old copies of Hemingway. in the evenings we would drink Spritz until it tasted like wate
