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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…

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Much has been written about the relationship between the photographer and their subject. From the intimacy of portraiture,…

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

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

When you are on a 64 hour journey down the spine of Madagascar on the back of a…

Last night I went to A Night of Adventure II with fellow wannabe adventurer, traveller and photographer Jim…

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

After driving over 7000km in nine days around Scandinavia it was the morning of my last day. I…