Food was always in the frame. Long before it became a service, or a practice I spoke about publicly, it existed in the little pocket of my life, between shoots, after long days, late at night, or early mornings when everything was quiet at home and when I used it as a love language for past relationships. Photography taught me how to use my eyes, how to see. Cooking taught me how to stay, how to feel. This is the story of how food moved from background to practice, and why The Pass exists.