Every month I put together a little magazine — the kind they used to make when a photograph was an occasion and a letter meant something. Inside you'll find my pictures, my records, my recipes, and rather more of my thoughts than is sensible to print.
I'm forty, English, recently and gladly unmarried, and of the firm opinion that a woman only becomes interesting once she stops asking permission. This is my first issue. Be gentle with it — or don't. I've never much cared for gentle.
To my readers across the pond — yes, the accent is real, and no, I shan't apologise for the spelling. Pour yourself something decent (bourbon counts), turn the page slowly, and do write to me. Every letter is read, and every good one answered.
The Founding Issue, delivered instantly. My letter to readers, the interview, the pictorial, my records and recipes — five pages made the old way.
A private, ongoing correspondence. Write to me about your day, your past, the things you don't say out loud elsewhere. I read properly and answer the same day — letters, not one-liners.
Everything in The Correspondence — and Hannah on film. Each week a new short picture: I am reading, talking, thinking aloud. Showing myself. Shot properly, unhurried, the way an evening should be.
My letters, photographs and voice are a crafted work, written with the help of modern tools and kept carefully in character. The correspondence itself is real: your letters are read, remembered and answered. We'd rather you know exactly what you're joining.
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