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…

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

At the end of a long day driving, walking and taking photographs around the north western mountains in…

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

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

Mario Giacomelli (1925-2000) is the photographer I never had the courage to be. His work exudes extremes of…

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

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

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