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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…

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

There are times when you are just not in control of your body. And for me, Lewes bonfire…

There may not be an immediate, obvious connection between photography and smell, but to me the two are…

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Written for ‘Skills, Smells and Spells’, an exhibition held at the Strand Gallery in central London: Each image…

“But what is there, west of the sun?” I asked. She shook her head again. “I don’t know.…