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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…

Much has been written about the relationship between the photographer and their subject. From the intimacy of portraiture,…

India 20-03-11: We crossed a bridge. It was a railway bridge, with a small walkway to the side…

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

Some things in life are constant. As babies we grow into childhood, dependant on certain things not changing.…

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

There is something magical about being in the zone. When you have a camera in your hand and…

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