New York Legs. Tommy Agriodimas

Legs over the city, legs on the stairs, legs in the bushes – inspired by Guy Bourdin, Tommy Agriodimas’s independent new project “Legs” seeks to capture just those in new and strange settings. As a fashion photographer, Agriodimas has found himself in a number of unusual situations where the opportunity to create a strangely beautiful image presented itself.  He’s captured these provocative parts jutting, stretching, and kicking out of any number of surprising backdrops.   We caught up with him via e-mail with a few questions on the Legs project. Read the rest of this entry »

FRESH & GOOD FOR U

Image by Carlo Baudone

Home to some of the iconic Swedish brands such as Volvo and Nudie Jeans – this smaller sister of Stockholm is anything but dull – buried in its quaint streets, this is fast becoming the “green” home of the creative set. With the beaut natural coastline of the Southern Archipelago just minutes away, this seaside port is well worth the trip, especially if you stay here.

Owned by a local couple, Gothenburgs Hotel Flora is Swedish – unpretentious, easygoing and appealing, it is the hub for the numerous travellers from the textile industries to the techies – it is youthful, calm yet fresh.

Fill those city lungs with sea air.

Iain & Co

Image by Lelle Anderzen

Image by Edithouse

Paris. L’Épicerie de Bruno

Sure, Paris offers some of the finest dining in the world, but what about finding the ingredients to create your own gastronomic experience? In the small L’Épicerie de Bruno, located on the Rue Tiquetonne, Bruno Jerry offers some of the most exotic herbs and spices in the city.

The former banker has always been a gourmet, unable to find the spices he wanted in Paris, he would bring them back from his world travels as souvenirs.  As the son of old fashioned chemists, and the grandson of grocers, opening an exotic spice shop seemed a logical step. Read the rest of this entry »

A Treatise On White Magic

Hiking through a forest of thousand-year-old redwoods recently, I sat for a breather on a fallen tree.  As I stood up I realized my hands were covered in sap, and while searching for a way to wipe the resin off, I caught the piney scent, buried my nose deeply into my hands and inhaled one of the purest fragrances I’ve ever come across. I embraced the moment, realizing just how disconnected from reality I’d become. The purity of the experience took me, through the power of smell. Read the rest of this entry »