A short story What is that feeling? It’s an ache of course, she knows that, it’s just that it’s hard to pinpoint, hard to name. It’s not hunger, not loneliness, not dread or thirst, it’s more like the fear of them, or a memory of them perhaps. The memory of…

Sometimes I shoot portraits of the people I cross paths with… This time, I had my camera in the bag tucked neatly between my feet. Just as my train was pulling into yet another station I noticed this really elegant lady just a few seats along. Instantly, I felt that…

I was about 15 when Matt and his mum moved onto the estate in London, where I grew up. We soon became great friends and spent many happy hours smoking weed, playing chess, making each other laugh and talking about the world. But life has a way of creating distance…

I sometimes shoot portraits of the people I cross paths with… These shots were taken in London on October 2018, I’d just hopped off a train at Vauxhall station and was changing for the underground when I passed this incredibly dapper man. It was the middle of the day and…