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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…

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India 21-04-11: Driving towards Delhi from Mathura, early in the morning as the sun came up, mist rising,…

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

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

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

Hot off the heels of seeing Don McCullin came the opportunity to see Josef Koudelka, perhaps my biggest…

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

Feature in Saturday 9 June 2012 issue: There’s no denying it. You can pretend it’s not important, you…