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…

January 2010. New Years resolutions and a new found determination to drown myself in my photography again turned…

There is something magical about being in the zone. When you have a camera in your hand and…

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

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

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

Fomatone Nature 532- II Within a year of starting to do my own darkroom prints I had moved…

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

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