Inside the Pansy, by Laria SaundersVelvet Beneath the Breath
The smell of damp earth after a summer rain always brings me back to the feeling of velvet against my cheek. It is a heavy, humid scent, thick enough to taste, like moss pressed against the tongue. When I was small, I used to bury my face into…
Down the Spiral by Ali Berrada
I always dreamed to take a photo of these stairs, therefore I went to Vaticano last summer trying to concrete my dream. Hopefully I had my wide angle, stayed a few minutes there and took finally this picture.
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The Salt of the Current
The smell of river water is never just water. It is the scent of wet silt, of rusted iron, and the heavy, metallic tang of a thousand lives pressing against one another in the dark. I remember the feeling of a wooden railing beneath my palms—damp,…