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…

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

A couple of weeks ago I was working at Celtic Manor Golf Course – the venue for the…

India 16-03-11 It wasn’t that cold. Or rather it didn’t feel that cold. It was dry, drier than…

Next time you come across a photograph you think is good, try this basic exercise. Simply question why…

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

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

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