Ricordi

While studying abroad in Italy, I became very attached to my grainy depictions of the recently passed winter on Sydney's beaches. The slightly jaded style and subtle blemishes gave them a real timelessness, and they stuck in my head like a tune. Now I'm home, the trees of Rome are singing to me in the same way. Nothing whispers nostalgia like the greys between black and white. I hope both places call to you, too.