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…

There have been many, many times over the last seven or eight years when I have been unable…

I stood knee deep in the water and prayed. Prayed. If ever a word had connotations, it’s ‘prayed’.…

At the end of a long day driving, walking and taking photographs around the north western mountains in…

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

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

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

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

Following on from the ten page spread in issue #67 back in 2014, Arte Fotográfica have published a…