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…

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

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

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

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

A Nikkormat I was given a Nikkormat body and a couple of lenses including a 50mm for, I…

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

CLEARING AWAY THE COBWEBS: This week it would seem I have had a major breakthrough. I found a…

It always astonishes me how much influence a curator can have on an exhibition. I effectively curate my…