Campagnolo
The last time I was in Vicenza was 1984. I seem to remember we stayed at a monastery or a convent for some reason and I watched the European Cup football final on TV with […]
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In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions.
I sit on a small stone wall in a closed ski station car park, pretty much atop a mountain camera and long glass ready waiting for a bunch of cyclists a couple of kilometres back […]
Read MoreDust Remembered
Floors lay piled with boxes crammed with a life not lived for months. Rooms are now still and awkward like un-winnable life sized games of Tetris placed on pause. Having no stuff was quite nice […]
Read MoreRapha
To visit Rapha at their North London headquarters The Belgian and I stayed in Camden. In central Camden in a hostel of migrant workers that got up and out at 5am. And had a shared […]
Read MoreBasso
I visited this mothership of Italian cycling with the Belgian a while back. With the sole responsibility of making photographs to accompany his crafted words, I was free to look and feel and eat but […]
Read MoreSinging and racing in the rain.
Such is the way that a song can often accompany a road trip to later form the flag to memories when it’s heard out of the blue years later on the radio, I’m always transported […]
Read Morein the rear view mirror of the Giro d’Italia
This was my ideal kind of assignment. Pick up a nice hire car, drive it to Italy to find a bike race, have dinner with the first of the Campagnolo equipped teams and photograph their […]
Read MoreFi’zi:k
Last time I tried to come here and failed was not even the first time I didn’t make it. Long, painful, embarrassing story short, I ended collapsing on the marble floor of the Colnago museum […]
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