Photography is a passion for presence and the pursuit of a capture ..
Nothing is eternal, not even memories.
To be a photographer is to be melancholic .. 

Ever searching for the perfect presence of a memory. 

That’s why I love food.
This momentary pleasure that tastes like a memory.
A memory to be eaten.

This isn’t appetite with manners.
This is hunger without conscience.

Life is to be devoured.

The berries we pick, the choices we make, the juicy mess of becoming and how it drips from our fingers – to the people we touch, the memories we share and the sweetness we’ll taste for our patient passion.
The mess is what makes it magnificent.  

Coming to be isn’t pretty.
It’s messy and it stains, but that’s what makes it taste so f*cking good.

The mess.
The stains.
The stories.

That is life.

Our senses make our memories.
What we hear, see, smell, taste .. and touch.
And our memories are what we’re made of, so I preserve them well – in smoke, fire, ash and hope.
Sugar, spice, petals, herbs and good licour.

Have a taste.