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…

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

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

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

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

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

Every now and again happy accidents happen. Just back from India, in the middle of developing the negatives,…

From Agfa Record Rapid to Kodah Ektalure to Fomatone 532 When it comes to the equipment and materials…

Swept along by Katrina Aleksa of Predella House: I’m sat, once again, in a taxi, frames stacked up…