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…

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…

Three years at art college would not be complete without some politics, squatting and clashes with the police.…

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

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

More musings: A camera is but a tool. A means to an end. The photographer is the artist,…

From Agfa Record Rapid to Kodah Ektalure to Fomatone 532 When it comes to the equipment and materials…

I do not know whether it is because of the generation I am from or whether Russia does…