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,…

Step after step we climb the steep mountain path, focusing, meditating, concentrating. The rain dripping through the trees…

Arrival in India 13-03-11: An airport is an airport is an airport. And Delhi airport is an airport.…

A couple of weeks ago I was working at Celtic Manor Golf Course – the venue for the…

I have been buying materials on and off from Silverprint since I was at college in Brighton in…

Last week I went to see Rena Effendi‘s Pipedreams exhibition at the HOST Gallery just off Old Street.…

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

When cycling around Eastern Europe it was very low-tech for Morgan and I. Our decision was spur of…