I would have been waking up in England yesterday, but the coronavirus had other plans for us this year. We’re on day 100-and-something of lockdown, so it’ll have to be […]
I would have been waking up in England yesterday, but the coronavirus had other plans for us this year. We’re on day 100-and-something of lockdown, so it’ll have to be […]
I haven’t written my blog for more than two years now. The longer I left it, the more difficult it seemed to pick it up again. True of many things […]
Palm Sunday, Domingo de Ramos. Sprigs of silver and green olive leaves in florists’ kioscos and clasped in people’s hands. Beyond the kitchen door, two-toned church bells a-calling. With Easter […]
Cemetery of San Juan, talk to me. Tell me your secrets, what you know to be true. In the land of dust and mountains and rustling wind that whips up […]
I went back for you yesterday, my New Jesus roof. Directions scribbled in my cemetery notebook – “Down steps on right past LA RESURRECCION + EL INFINITO” – took me […]
On Friday I visited Chacarita Cemetery under a turbulent sky. Cameraless, as I went to look round with a friend. But now I have an excuse to share this photograph […]
Who were you, Coronel Ramón Bravo? The curlicued bronze plaque behind me at Recoleta Cemetery states you were born smack in the middle of the 19th century and left us […]
A whiff of furniture spray and tourists’ perfume in the air. Torn grey garbage bags of bones wheeling by. They’re on their way to the depósito to be cremated, says […]
“I need to get lost,” I scrawl in my Recoleta Cemetery notebook. As I allow myself to walk without an agenda, I find possibilities opening up – tombs appearing that […]
One statue behind me, expanded into two. I see myself in a pyramid, sacrificial maidens rising out of the stone. Intensity in their gaze, their supplication. I am an initiate […]
I was born in Montreal in 1967, grew up in England and live between London and Buenos Aires. Like many, I came to Buenos Aires to dance tango and fell under the spell of this city where strangers talk to you, tango music seeps on to the streets and the ornate crumbling buildings speak of grander times. I love writing and crafting words – I've worked as a sub-editor for more than 20 years – and taking photographs.