On a similar concrete-coloured day in May, I took this photo in Recoleta Cemetery. At the time, I didn’t know if I liked it or not, but now I’ve decided that I do. It reminds me of a washed-out version of the kaleidoscope patterns I loved as a child, which shifted into place as you twisted the cardboard tube – and then vanished. Would it be too obvious to call this one Kaleidoscope angel, then?
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.