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…

India 19-03-11: It was just a sensation at first, a feeling that something was missing, something you couldn’t…

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

Photography can mean so many different things to different people. One of the most poignant and common thoughts…

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

This was one of those moments when something inside you withers away and dies. I was only just…

One of the things that has always given me great pleasure when I read a book is the…

Working on Big Brother, even on a freelance basis as I have done since it started, you meet…