Anja; pronounced Anya
Londoner by choice; storyteller, dreamer,
night owl, eternal optimist
Perhaps it was at a young age that I learned that life is pretty great. Sure, it's unpredictable, messy, flawed. But oh, is it ever zesty; and there's no doubt that it's meant to be treasured.
Somehow, some of my strongest and favourite memories all involve food in some way. Little trays of apples, lovingly prepared by my mother (as in the retro picture). Honey bread and milk with my grandmother. Passing on my mum's famous potato salad recipe to all who taste it (and without fail, ask for it).
One of the best gifts my mother gave me was a collection of photos from my childhood that captured these sensory moments. And in a way, it's why I do what I do; so I can give you the same gift: delicious memories, colourfully catalogued.
in a nutshell