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…

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

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

India 19-03-11: “You cannot go down there.” And who was I to argue with two uniformed policemen? This…

There is something magical about being in the zone. When you have a camera in your hand and…

Hot off the heels of seeing Don McCullin came the opportunity to see Josef Koudelka, perhaps my biggest…

One of the things that has always given me great pleasure when I read a book is the…

by Rebecca Lori: Over time humanity has forged a powerful relationship with its surrounding landscape. So much so,…

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