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…

This was one of those moments when something inside you withers away and dies. I was only just…

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

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

Three years at art college would not be complete without some politics, squatting and clashes with the police.…

West of the Sun – an exciting week ahead: Life is all about stretching those comfort zones. And…

Scotland is famous for many wonderful things… Scotland is also famous for it’s midges. I had, of course,…

Mario Giacomelli (1925-2000) is the photographer I never had the courage to be. His work exudes extremes of…

Deep in the heart of the Carpathians, Kate and I parked our van. We were in a field…