On Berlin and dirt.
Dirt is often what draws me to places. For many dirt means disgust and danger, it means dullness and a monochrome. Not for me. Dirt is full of colour, almost the surreal splatter of ketchupy red,...
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As a little taster, in preparation for a full-blown porcine assault, here are a few pictures of the things lighter. On the way to Ukraine – my first, original, pre-salo love. Tomatoes. Whilst in...
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