Shoot shallow and focus on the eyes for great portraits
I had a great time shooting in the Aegean region of Turkey and I would love to go back.
This photo is dedicated to a guard turning a blind eye
There is no city in the world with more mosques than Istanbul. In both old and new Istanbul, there are minarets wherever you turn your eye.
Inside the only mosque designed by a woman
While the Roman Empire imposed its Pax Romana, the Ottoman Empire brought the peace of Islam to a vast swathe of southeast Europe, Western Asia and North Africa for nearly six centuries. That is always something I am reminded of when I visit any of Istanbul’s great mosques.
For some, this tourist trap is a tourist treat
When my friend Caitlyn – a professional bellydancer in the UK – has a six-hour layover in Istanbul Airport, she gets on a bus and goes straight to the Grand Bazaar.
Ferry ride to another world
It’s a short ferry crossing from Europe to Asia across the Bosphorus in Istanbul. The city’s ferries predate the first bridge by more than a century and remain a vital transport link.
Alone with ghosts in the ruins of Pergamon
Pergamon used to be a rich and powerful ancient Greek city, but now is a vast Hellenistic metropolis that exists now only in columns and shattered walls. The greatest of its treasures are storehoused far away at the Pergamon Museum in Berlin.
To see the ruins of Assos, ask for Hussein
So many civilizations have passed by the village of Assos: Greek, Roman, Byzantine, Ottoman; all have left their mark. All have left something in the ruins.
Throwing a line towards Europe
For a visitor, it can seem you have to leave Istanbul to see it. Looking back across the Galata Bridge at sunset, the city’s most glorious sights are laid out before me.
The eyes have it when it comes to warding off evil
It is impossible to spend more than five minutes in Aegean Turkey without seeing the glass blue eyes – or nazar boncugu – sold as a defense against the "evil eye".
Making the world’s most beautiful tiles
Driving down Bağdad Avenue in Istanbul, I see a wide boulevard lined with familiar international fashion brands and local designer labels, shopping malls, department stores and chic cafes and restaurants. I have not come to shop, however. I’m here to visit the tile makers of the İznik Foundation.