To be honest, this might be the section I hate the most, because I admit it—I move forward without looking in the rearview mirror. It has led me to my greatest joys, but also my biggest disappointments. Costa Rica, 2010, was one of them.

Lorena doesn’t talk much. At least, not to me. And that’s perfect. "Seb, you romanticize everything too much," she told me the last time we saw each other. She struck a nerve—I’ve always had this tendency to rebuild the world in my own way, to search for poetry where others see only raw reality.

Hugh Holland. A master who recently left us, and whose last words I had the privilege of capturing. He was there before everyone else, doing what everyone today merely repeats—or rather, copies and pastes onto their mood boards.

it seems essential to me to introduce you to the work of painter Frederic Edwin Church.

For over a quarter of a century, he painted and documented America’s most breathtaking landscapes—those same lands that the narrow-minded vision of a few wealthy individuals sees only as a source of profit.