Celebrity Scissorhands montage, BBC 3

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…

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

India 20-03-11: We crossed a bridge. It was a railway bridge, with a small walkway to the side…

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

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

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

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

It was the icing on the cake really – a wonderful private view for my exhibition at the…

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