Fifteen Millimetres of Pure White Snow

So it’s Friday morning and you notice a layer of snow and frost, and you know all too well this won’t last, because the climate is slowly becoming borderline sub-tropical with delusions of being continental, but you’re feeling somewhat sub-tropical yourself, as in very relaxed and not in a rush to do anything, most poignantly…

First Snow of the Year

Overtaken by jealousy I kept ogling the Instagram feeds of people living in apparently Arctic places, such Istanbul, Belgrade and Bucharest, for they had snow. And now it’s here as well- judging by the grand total of one night of snow I got to shoot last year, not here to stay, so I had to…

Torino My Love

Sunday morning in Turin, and I was on a casual stroll on the foggy banks of the Po, when a little old lady with the compulsory little dog swaddled in a tiny jacket walks up to me. Mind you, in Italy even the dogs wear really thick jackets in what could only be indulgently called…

Friday After the Rain

Budapest’s been lately seeing snow for hours or so- just as the English summer is half an afternoon of sunshine in June and the storm, Budapest winter is half a morning of snow in February and the rain. But at least the pavement is shiny in the evening light, if that’s any kind of consolation….

Le Snow!

Though, taking into consideration usual Budapest conditions, the snow will most likely either be gone by tomorrow morning, or turn into hideous brown slush, it’s here and it’s quite wonderful.                      

Time for Those Foggy Mornings

Every year people complain that winter comes suddenly: there’s Indian summer and then the freezing winds of the Arctic, and you can’t ever really wear your autumn jacket because you’re either too hot or too cold in it. I am coming to think that the famous transition period- probably should be October-never really existed. It’s…