The Institute of Contemporary Arts

Finally I may say to myself. Finally indeed. Part of the new sociable, mingling me – I have joined the ICA and have booked tickets for a couple of talks in March: Paul Outerbridge: An Artful Balance and Freedom of Photography. Time to get out there and start meeting other photographers, artists, curators and agents.

London in such a wonderful city, but christ, keeping up and getting involved with everything that is going on is exhausting. One step at a time. Next up, membership of Photofusion so I can make use of their studios for some portraits…

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Swarm

It was as simple as ‘get to the top of Finland and turn left’.  At least that is

Blink and you’ll miss it

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

Under the Stars in Madagascar

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

Viewpoints

The Rooftop Collective exhibition edition VI Tempus Fugit. So they say. Here we are again, another Rooftop Collective

Memories

Marjoram and Fireflies

At the end of a long day driving, walking and taking photographs around the north western mountains in

Summer Evenings in the Pub

A couple of weeks ago I was working at Celtic Manor Golf Course – the venue for the

They are no longer alive

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

There were stars in the sea

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

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Trailer for the crowdfunding campaign

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

Contact sheets: A necessary evil

The life cycle of an analogue print or photograph is fairly simple. You load the film into the

Don McCullin at The Arts Club

During a year when I have had several exhibitions, a front cover in a photography magazine, a documentary

Koudelka – Shooting Holy Land

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