Growing up it was my Dad that was the cook.
Wherever he walked my little feet followed.
More often than not, his sheepwool slippers
was in the kitchen.
& so was I.
My fascination for food started there,
in the heat of boiling water
are strictly for professionals.'
While dad was cursing the soul
who put his
shun santoki knifes in the dishwasher
and in tandem
telling tales of
sword making and japanese warriors.
I was samurai Tamoe Gozen
falling in love with Wada Yoshimori,
all photography by hannah lemholt
All grown up
end up standing next to dad's sheepwool slippers
in the kitchen
still falling in love.
This place is a collection of that love
and you're hereby invited to some of our
dinners, desserts and drinks
Stay hungry Stay soulfullish'