At the table

Nothing beats a table laid with Arkethi, Tkerbabine and Rechta — and on a slow Friday, couscous or a good Mthewem.

On the map

My heart keeps going back to Azerbaijan and China, I never tire of Türkiye, Syria and Iraq — and nothing compares to Makkah.

Away from the camera

Give me a horse to ride or a bike to chase the evening on — and quiet days go to colouring, embroidery and the garden.

The little ones

One day I'd love a home full of cats and dogs, with birds at the window and a hamster and rabbits to fuss over.