There’s something about Beirut that stays with you: its energy, elegance, and layers of history. With this piece, I found myself drifting back to an earlier time, imagining the city in 1929, guided by old photographs and fragments of family memory. Its centrepiece is twofold: the elegant Beyrouth Palace Hotel (in its French spelling), and the burgeoning café culture of the time.

It’s not meant to be precise, but to hold a feeling: warm light, people  gathering, a sense of life unfolding at its own pace. The kind of scene that feels distant, yet somehow familiar.