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…

I have often wondered what it was in particular that attracted me to photography. What it was that…

The day of the Pope’s visit to London was all about the protests and marches for us. That…

January 2010. New Years resolutions and a new found determination to drown myself in my photography again turned…

I do not know whether it is because of the generation I am from or whether Russia does…

Irving Penn: Portraits at The National Portrait Gallery until the 6TH of February 2010: I went to see…

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

Koudelka is possibly the single greatest influence on me as a photographer. I was shown his work by…

Written for ‘Skills, Smells and Spells’, an exhibition held at the Strand Gallery in central London, 2012: The…