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…

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

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

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

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

Epic and biblical. That’s how I would describe Salgado’s work. And let’s not forget the tonal ranges. And…

I am now long overdue a film developing session followed by some printing. And I cannot wait. Apart…

Following on from the ten page spread in issue #67 back in 2014, Arte Fotográfica have published a…

There have been many, many times over the last seven or eight years when I have been unable…