Category

France

  • 2.11.2015 • Ancestral line

    • November 2nd. All Soul’s Day. A lifeline to the spirit world. Remembering those who have gone before. I wonder if Madame Verger at Père Lachaise knew that her stained glass […]

  • 16.09.2015 • Easy access

    • Once I dreamt I lived opposite Recoleta Cemetery – instead of a walk, a half-hour bus ride and a walk away – so whenever the sky turned interesting, I could […]

  • 14.09.2015 • Integration

    • Just me, the window, and the trees and apartments behind. Completely absorbed. Looking for that point where things merge and have something to say. Weaving stories in my head, creating […]

  • 1.05.2015 • Rites of May

    • 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 […]

  • 3.08.2014 • Parallel universe

    • If we could see inside each other, I imagine we’d witness something along these lines. The reflected tree speaks of our journey here on earth, the paths we take, often […]

  • 22.09.2013 • Hidden potential

    • Ever since I fell in love with Recoleta Cemetery I’ve wanted to go to Père Lachaise in Paris and last Sunday afternoon I got my chance: a tantalising hour and […]

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    Julie-Anne Cosgrove

    About me

    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.