Yesterday I skipped my photography class and took photos instead. Two hours of PowerPoint presentation or an afternoon in Recoleta Cemetery? It wasn’t a difficult decision. The sky was glorious, […]
Yesterday I skipped my photography class and took photos instead. Two hours of PowerPoint presentation or an afternoon in Recoleta Cemetery? It wasn’t a difficult decision. The sky was glorious, […]
“My pace quickens as I see the walled city that is Recoleta Cemetery. All I need to do is walk around the wall and I will be inside. Tantalising angels […]
On Friday, I stumbled upon Saint Rose of Lima. Not in the flesh, of course, but immortalised in this Recoleta Cemetery window. Why do I get the feeling she was […]
The security guard pinched my arm to check I was real. “You’re alive!” he said, half joking, half relieved. Quite casually, he explained that he’s seen ghosts at Recoleta Cemetery, […]
She was always just the Rosary ghost to me, until last week. I found myself lured into one of those religious megastores, crammed with books and crucifixes and holy figurines, […]
They seemed to float out of nowhere. I was on one of my afternoon wanders around the cemetery and felt a pull to explore an alley near one of my […]
If you stand in front of Bernardo de Irigoyen’s mausoleum in Recoleta Cemetery, you’ll see two solemn statues, the one on the left bearing a feathery palm branch. Turn 180 […]
The discovery that I can make the people in a tomb window look as though they are up a tree is a new and exciting one. For many months, I […]
“Re-found one of my favourite photos today, at last. RIP Jesus I call it. A roof with a bright Jesus surrounded by bold blue glass and a scrolly design. His […]
María is how it all began – my fascination with reflections at the cemetery. Recoleta Cemetery in Buenos Aires, that is. One afternoon in December 2007, I took a photo […]
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.