Different, yet familiar.

📍Liverpool, UK, May ‘24. 📍Lyon, France, January ‘24.

When people ask me where I’m from, I’m never too sure what to answer. I don’t feel like I have a hometown per se, but a lot of my childhood has been spent straddling between Lyon, France and the Northwest of Britain.

I feel we often forget how special or beautiful a place and it’s culture can be when we become habituated to it, and I appreciate the fresh outlook I gain when introducing someone to the back alleys and vue points, eateries and establishments that I have so often frequented as a child. It’s been eye opening and inspiring to explore both regions with my sis @tuhasha_ this year- thanks for a great time rediscovering these cities 🌆

Above:

• one of Liverpool’s many vintage fashion stores.

• an icy morning by Lyon’s Basilica of Notre Dame of Fourvière in January.

• sledging in La Clusaz mountain station, the Alps.

• an abundance of confectionery containing praline, Lyon’s version of pink sugary answer to crack.

• As a frenchie and an Italian, it’s safe to say our friendship revolves around a shared love of red wine.

• Some specialities from Lyon- Saucisson cuit and Steak Tartare.

• An average sized cocktails for a Liverpudlian.

• Fun shoot featuring my dear French Mamie ♥️