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…

Deep in the heart of the Carpathians, Kate and I parked our van. We were in a field…

India 19-03-11: It was just a sensation at first, a feeling that something was missing, something you couldn’t…

I have often wondered what it was in particular that attracted me to photography. What it was that…

Photography can mean so many different things to different people. One of the most poignant and common thoughts…

Pope Benedict XVI visits London amidst rallies of protest and support: Whatever your beliefs or your faith, the…

I first started taking photographs at The Central School of Arts & Crafts in London. They were taken…

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Hot off the heels of seeing Don McCullin came the opportunity to see Josef Koudelka, perhaps my biggest…