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  • Richard Hemming
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  • Richard Hemming
9 Mar 2009

My hard disc is groaning with pictures of vineyards. Trellised to terraced, sunbaked to moonlit, verdurous to naked. When I visited Brazil last month, I snapped yet another folder's worth. They are the sort of photos that, whilst pleasing enough, look decidedly reminiscent of numerous other wine regions. Plump black bunches, regimented rows…

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