For the past 6 months, my mind has been dominated by sickness, surgery, doctor appointments, tests, and a world-wide pandemic. And I’ve been grasping for something that feels familiar, an everyday action and that has turned out to be coffee. I’m not a coffee drinker, I don’t really like the taste and often times I don’t even like the way it makes me feel. But during all of this uncertainty and upheaval, I’ve been drawn…
Normally, October is my least favourite month of the year. Summer fades away and in its place are dying leaves, cold air and Halloween. Pass me the puke bag, please. But this year I’m distracted and hardly notice that the earth is tilting away from my beloved sun, that last flash of beauty as nature sheds itself and prepares itself for winter’s sleep. I’m too busy cleaning, organising, making phone calls, booking a moving van…
When I was a teenager, I would daydream about travelling alone. It was ultimate sign of ball-busting independence: Going to bars and restaurants alone and talking to strangers, taking risks, making friends along the way, lounging in a park and sketching in my notebook, and spending countless hours of wandering and walking and looking. Growing up in New York in a tight-knit Italian family where there was always someone to help you or do it…
I found myself outside of London Bridge on Saturday with an afternoon to spare so I wandered around Borough Market, a food and vegetable market. A pretty place to people watch: aesthetic displays of fruit and vegetables, stands made of wood, and a rustic colour palette of evergreen and ivory pulled everything together. I found myself walking around contemplating the current trend of turning food into a cultural experience and getting people to spend money.…