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…

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

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

There are times when you are just not in control of your body. And for me, Lewes bonfire…

There are times when writing about memories from as far back as my eighteenth year feels wrong. How…

I absolutely adore this little film by Jim. I asked him to put something together with existing footage…

As a photographer it pains me to say it but in a direct comparison to painting, photography will…

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

What a wonderful, inspiring evening… As ever, talking to people about my work – as well as showing…