Category: Travel

Vienna is the only city I have visited where I felt underdressed inside a café. Not a restaurant. Not an opera house. A café. At eleven in the morning. Ordering coffee. The man at the table next to me was wearing a full three-piece suit and reading a physical newspaper…

At some point I took a photograph of a plate of pasta and thought: what am I going to do with this. Not in an existential way. Practically. I had two thousand photographs from that trip. The pasta was photograph one thousand and forty-seven. I had never looked at photograph…