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…

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

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

Deep in the heart of the Carpathians, Kate and I parked our van. We were in a field…

After driving over 7000km in nine days around Scandinavia it was the morning of my last day. I…

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

As a photographer it pains me to say it but in a direct comparison to painting, photography will…

We are in an age of living vicariously through others. We relish the final products of artists and…

India 19-03-11: “You cannot go down there.” And who was I to argue with two uniformed policemen? This…