
A Week in Amalfi
Salt in the air, lemon trees, empty streets before breakfast and the particular blue of the Tyrrhenian Sea.
03 — Journal

Salt in the air, lemon trees, empty streets before breakfast and the particular blue of the Tyrrhenian Sea.

A few thoughts on trust, direction and why the best portraits often happen just after the planned photograph.

How a bare studio, one rail of clothes and a winter afternoon became an exploration of movement and restraint.

On returning to the same windows, watching seasons change and learning that light is never really the same twice.