Field
studies
Here, research breathes—not fixed, but fluid. Each visual fragment a pulse, a hypothesis suspended between observation and imagination.
This is not documentation. This is becoming.
Fragments accumulate. Borders blur. Knowledge moves like light across unmapped terrain. Uncertainty is not absence, but potential.
An archive that refuses to be still.
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City Dwellers
Image credit: Hotel Riomar Ibiza, a Tribute Portfolio hotel
Days unfold like a novel with annotated pages. I’m not looking for anything, but if I were, I’d probably find it here. Mornings taste like apricots and last night’s laughter. The horizon is just a polite way of saying ‘you are where you are meant to be.’
The air is thick with rosemary and lemon, like the memory of a summer I haven’t yet lived. The stolen glances over petit-déjeuner. Rosé at noon? C’est presque une obligation. Your fingertips are an inch away from starting a scandal. In the gleam of your eyes lies an invitation to an unforgettable journey.
I was meant to leave today. Instead, I’m watching the linen curtain make love to the breeze.