This story begins back in September last year. I was wrapping up a shoot with Elena and Tezz in Tuscany, Italy. The three of us had visited some incredible locations and had a great time taking pictures together. It was a true Italian photographic adventure, one that included a bonus visit to a hospital for me to get some stitches. Elena is a close friend but I hadn’t met Tezz prior to this trip. Not that it was needed as these two are thick as thieves, sisters separated at birth. A quality that had expedited our rapport and made the images more impactful.

Our final meal was a lot of fun, and it was agreed we should do this again. Tezz proposed that we visit her favourite island; Ibiza, a place she called home for nine years. She had spoken about the island so passionately, her descriptions were almost spiritual. It was also somewhere that promised a variety of otherworldly locations.

I had ceded any semblance of control when I left the hospital with a bandaged leg. They had been in charge since that moment and I had learned it was better to say yes. Besides, Tezz is one of those people who seems to have their own gravity, the ability to drag you into their orbit whether you like it or not. That evening we agreed some rough dates in May whilst finishing off the last of the Limoncello.