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…

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

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

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

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

Iceland. Never has the essence of a country so closely resembled the way in which I see the…

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

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