When I was 20, I sifted through Frazer’s The Golden Bough for May Day rituals to weave into a dance piece for my university finals. My head was filled with stories of foliage and fires, special songs and maidens gathering dew at dawn. Later I learnt from Jill Purce that the first of May, like Halloween, is a day when the Veil separating us from the spirit world is finer. In this photograph from Père Lachaise, with its meshing of what’s in front and behind me, I feel this possibility.
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.