It was as simple as ‘get to the top of Finland and turn left’.  At least that is…

Iceland. Never has the essence of a country so closely resembled the way in which I see the…

There are times when writing about memories from as far back as my eighteenth year feels wrong. How…

The Rooftop Collective exhibition edition VI Tempus Fugit. So they say. Here we are again, another Rooftop Collective…

India 21-04-11: Driving towards Delhi from Mathura, early in the morning as the sun came up, mist rising,…

This was one of those moments when something inside you withers away and dies. I was only just…

After driving over 7000km in nine days around Scandinavia it was the morning of my last day. I…

There are times when writing about memories from as far back as my eighteenth year feels wrong. How…

Sheer Genius and absolute beauty: Sometimes you meet someone who you just click with. Someone who you feel…

At the end of a long day driving, walking and taking photographs around the north western mountains in…

It always astonishes me how much influence a curator can have on an exhibition. I effectively curate my…

It really is a fault of mine, and something I have been trying to rectify over the years…