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…

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

Step after step we climb the steep mountain path, focusing, meditating, concentrating. The rain dripping through the trees…

When you are on a 64 hour journey down the spine of Madagascar on the back of a…

India 16-03-11 It wasn’t that cold. Or rather it didn’t feel that cold. It was dry, drier than…

Koudelka is possibly the single greatest influence on me as a photographer. I was shown his work by…

Last week I went to see Rena Effendi‘s Pipedreams exhibition at the HOST Gallery just off Old Street.…

I absolutely adore this little film by Jim. I asked him to put something together with existing footage…

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