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…

This was one of those moments when something inside you withers away and dies. I was only just…

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

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

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

During the build up to the exhibition I made contact with some wonderful, passionate people: Peers, bloggers, journalists…

This was one of those moments when something inside you withers away and dies. I was only just…

Feature in Saturday 9 June 2012 issue: There’s no denying it. You can pretend it’s not important, you…

“But what is there, west of the sun?” I asked. She shook her head again. “I don’t know.…