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…

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

Scotland is famous for many wonderful things… Scotland is also famous for it’s midges. I had, of course,…

Deep in the heart of the Carpathians, Kate and I parked our van. We were in a field…

I do not know whether it is because of the generation I am from or whether Russia does…

Once again Kodak was all over the news this morning. They have filed for bankruptcy protection. There is…

Koudelka is possibly the single greatest influence on me as a photographer. I was shown his work by…

India 21-04-11: Driving towards Delhi from Mathura, early in the morning as the sun came up, mist rising,…

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