In my view, there’s no light in this world as sublime as Cycladic light. It washes the stark white of the sugar cube houses and splinters into tiny flecks that dance on the surface of the bright blue sea. Around midday, the light is so fierce that you don’t dare look at the sun. And by evening it’s mellowed to a honey-toned hue, that’s nothing short of majestic. I love this photograph of Jean Shrimpton and Jeanloup Sieff at the Church of Paraportiani in Mykonos shot by Richard Avedon for Vogue in ’67. And this one by Henri Cartier-Bresson taken on the island of Sifnos in the 1950s is pure magic.