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…

Eighteen years old, Morgan and I had decided to cycle to Eastern Europe from Milan, our home at…

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

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

It was as simple as ‘get to the top of Finland and turn left’.  At least that is…

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

I first started taking photographs at The Central School of Arts & Crafts in London. They were taken…

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

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