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…

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

Sometimes you have to squeeze a trip into whatever time you have available. And if all you have…

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

Failure can be a strong word. It’s no big deal, and not something I am particularly hung up…

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

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

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

Epic and biblical. That’s how I would describe Salgado’s work. And let’s not forget the tonal ranges. And…