CAMOGLI, a SMALL FISHING VILLAGE on the GOLFO PARADISO, was more than PHOTOGRAPHER SIMON UPTON EVER IMAGINED. AFTER TEN YEARS’ ABSENCE from LIGURIA, he DISCOVERED a PICTURESQUE TOWN UNTOUCHED by TIME. UNCHARACTERISTICALLY LARGE WAVES POUNDED the COASTLINE, INVITING HOURS of BODY SURFING IN-BETWEEN EXPLORING EVERY LANEWAY, NOOK and CRANNY.

For ART DIRECTOR AMBYR WOOD, the EXPERIENCE of WALKING ALONE and WITHOUT a FIXED DESTINATION, ALLOWED ITALY to REVEAL ITSELF in SMALL and QUIET GLIMPSES. SOLITUDE was FOUND AMONGST the CROWDED CITIES and in the THRONG of TOURIST TOWNS. EVERY CORNER REVEALED a new VISUAL gift. AMBYR was INSPIRED by the BEAUTY of PEOPLE, ART and ARCHITECTURE in MILAN, the FAIRYTALE VISTAS of LAKE COMO, the DREAMSCAPES of the CINQUE TERRE, the MEDIEVAL STORIES of BOLOGNA and the GELATO EVERYWHERE.

TASMANIA. TUCKED AWAY at the BOTTOM of the PLANET THERE’S an ISLAND THAT’S STILL WILD, STILL RAW, and WHERE THERE’S STILL TIME for FOLK to SAY HELLO in the STREET. HEAD off the MAIN ROAD and DISCOVER the SOUL of TASMANIA THROUGH INTERNATIONALLY ACCLAIMED PHOTOGRAPHER, SIMON UPTON’S, LENS. WORDS by ALICE HANSEN.

There’s still a place where the wilderness runs free. Where time can stand still in the temperate rainforests. Some 40 per cent of Tasmania is protected through national parks and reserves. Located off the south east tip of Australia, the island is more than just a wild playground where Tassie devils roam.

There’s a bounty of produce revered by Australia’s best chefs, local artisans producing small batch single malt through to wasabi, heirloom tomatoes and truffles. And we haven’t even mentioned the early inhabitants, some forging a life sealing off the wild west coast, or the convicts sent to its shores.

Tasmania is a place of contradiction; of brutal beauty, of world-stopping Mona creativity, of small-town good feels. Nothing is ordinary. The best way to discover the island is to go beyond the tourist trail. Get amongst the locals, drive to the end of winding roads, pull on your boots and most of all, slow down.

Let Tasmania’s rhythm guide you; it’s okay to sip slowly, to ferry across to an offshore island, to watch waves crash boulders dressed in fiery orange lichen until time is lost. There is no rush in these parts – breathe deeply knowing it’s some of the world’s freshest air.

Need some inspo? Follow in some of Simon’s steps … roll slowly into Trial Harbour, explore Lettes Bay at fisherman’s pace, watch dusk fall over Cradle Mountain and just be … Tassie style.