It was always going to difficult imagining what those left behind in the wake of Mona Di Orio’s sudden death in 2011 would do when met...

The Fox loves his florals, ivory, snow white and blinding, veiled, gauzy and dazzling. It feels like the wearing of light, my skin ado...

‘And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone. ’ From ‘The Wanderings of Oisin’ by Wil...