FIELD NOTES: a moment in the life of another
A quick look, a passing conversation, the books everyone in Porto seem to be reading. Each entry reads like a page torn from a journal, offering a brief but (always) intimate view through another’s eyes. By tracing these small, personal impressions, FIELD NOTES reveals the quiet echoes that connect individual experience to something universally familiar.
Let’s fall in Marseille?
During my most recent trip to Marseille, I went to a beach where everyone was topless, but nobody cared about your tits. I noticed a guy hesitating at the water’s edge, gathering the courage to jump in. That’s when a woman…