In my childhood, I was given a little cheap camera - Closter was the brand.  I started to take pictures.  While I was at the university studying mathematics and physics, I was given an enlarger so I built my first darkroom.  But the idea to become a photographer was planted in my head when I watched “Blow-Up”, an Antonioni movie.  I wanted to become a David Hemmings.

In the early 70s, I moved to London to work as an assistant to Michael Joseph, an advertising photographer.  One year later, I moved to Milan to work for L’Esperto, a publishing company, to shoot and produce a book that was to be called “Crazy, Mad, Outrageous Interiors”.  I traveled around the world for a year working on this book.  L’Esperto dropped the project, but Norma Skurka, The New York Times interiors editor those days, took over and Quadrangle Books published the book in 1972.  It was called “Underground Interiors“.

Not exactly what I envisioned, but I felt I achieved something important.  University was put on the backburner.  Photography became my main focus and time was shared only with my love of gardening.

When I moved to New York in the 80s, I worked for Conde Nast, New York Magazine and Washington Post Magazine – my introduction to the world of fashion, advertising and glossy magazines.  JFK Airport became my second home and I still travel constantly around the world. 

My brain received an invaluable education on the different ways to define what it means to live and importance of redefining it throughout life. 

Curiosity is my addiction.  I experience withdrawal symptoms when I stay in one place for too long.