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…

Much has been written about the relationship between the photographer and their subject. From the intimacy of portraiture,…

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

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

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

Silverprint – A gem of a shop: One of the results of the increasing popularity of digital photography…

I first started taking photographs at The Central School of Arts & Crafts in London. They were taken…

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

This is for those of you who have not been to see Ansel Adams: Photography from the Mountains…