I dream of food but work in images.
Instead of going to culinary school, I cooked Ina Garten recipes with my mom, watched too many HBO shows, and then ended up at film school. I made a bunch of short films (some that are garbage and some that are worth sharing) and took loads of photos on cameras that hadn’t been used in decades.
Now I live in New York City, attempting to merge these two obsessions: food and film. I’m entranced by the intricacies of human relationships and familial companionship, and somehow, I find that food always manages to wedge itself into these complex affairs. To me, these are the stories worth telling. When an evening of unpacking childhood trauma is served with a side of roasted potatoes and chimichurri.