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…

When you are on a 64 hour journey down the spine of Madagascar on the back of a…

Some things in life are constant. As babies we grow into childhood, dependant on certain things not changing.…

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

I am now long overdue a film developing session followed by some printing. And I cannot wait. Apart…

During the build up to the exhibition I made contact with some wonderful, passionate people: Peers, bloggers, journalists…

Story tellers. It would appear that the human race are nothing but story tellers. That’s it. That’s all…

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

OH SHIT: It was all over the internet yesterday – from bjp-online to twitter – and seeing it…