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 19-03-11: “You cannot go down there.” And who was I to argue with two uniformed policemen? This…

Scotland is famous for many wonderful things… Scotland is also famous for it’s midges. I had, of course,…

There have been many, many times over the last seven or eight years when I have been unable…

Sometimes you have to squeeze a trip into whatever time you have available. And if all you have…

A SOLIGOR F2.5 24MM I do own a 50mm as well as a 135mm, but to be honest…

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

Eighteen years old, Morgan and I had decided to cycle to Eastern Europe from Milan, our home at…

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