Fiona Morrow

1 week ago | montecristomagazine.com | Fiona Morrow |Ben Lamberty |Sandra Zarkovic

Whitney Peak wears Chanel Spring-Summer 2025 Haute Couture collection throughout. Whitney Peak is having a moment. It’s a cold but sunny New York Sunday in February, and we are in Brooklyn at Industria, a massive studio complex nestled under the Williamsburg Bridge. Next to booths set up for hair and makeup is a line of clothing racks hung with the latest couture collection from Chanel, each piece more intricate in its detailing than the next.

1 week ago | montecristomagazine.com | Fiona Morrow

Whenever I travel, for work or pleasure, I check in advance what art exhibitions will be running while I am in town. During the preparation time for this issue, I was fortunate to travel twice, and happily in each destination, there was not only an exhibition I was excited to see, but one that also coincided with my schedule. In New York for our cover shoot, it was a Cy Twombly show at Gagosian on Madison Avenue that caught my attention.

2 months ago | montecristomagazine.com | Fiona Morrow

The light is magical. A late-afternoon sky of Wedgwood blue is peppered with clouds edged in dusky pinks and hints of mauve. Over on the horizon, day meets dusk as streaks of pale yellow. Across the gently sloping vineyard, the vines wear their burnished-gold fall foliage loud and proud.

Mar 18, 2025 | montecristomagazine.com | Fiona Morrow

The great clear-out continues. We squirrel away the flotsam and jetsam of our lives in so many ways, often without any serious thought. Yet, while I appreciate her intention to aid in the decluttering of our spaces, the famous Marie Kondo test of holding something and gauging the degree of joy it evokes seems to me to be fundamentally flawed.

Feb 18, 2025 | montecristomagazine.com | Fiona Morrow

Immediately I enter the treatment room, the intention is clear. The massage table is draped in a beautiful Indigenous blanket, and the music is unexpected. Instead of the familiar ambient calming soundscapes with gently flowing water in the background, I hear voices and drums. I am invited to stand while a land acknowledgement is made, then left alone to get ready and lie on the table. Unusually, I’m asked to lie on my back.