Vienna, 1913

The sensation of being slowly pulled apart is strongest in the evening. I liken it to that feeling when nails are painstakingly, unapologetically dragged across slate. The view through the chipped frame, the Kaerntnerstrasse, is one of two worlds superimposed. Neither...

A Potion for London

Tristan Und Isolde. A love more complete than any other. Two people, bound helplessly to each other and to death, by a potion coursing through their veins. They strain, they resist. Yet every turn, every attempt at flight pulls the knots of their passion unbreakably...