The Last Temple

"I walked into a temple, to photograph everything I saw there. There was nowhere else for me to go - I had searched almost the whole town and all I could see was the world around me shredded to pieces, kindling for this global fire. But there were still temples, I knew that, because they'll … Continue reading The Last Temple →

A late night in Bruges

Saturday morning was an early start, as it had been a late night in Bruges. The car must have smelt of three young men after a night on beer and heated debated and the cold had just about soaked through to our bones – any longer asleep, we might really have been cold. The drive … Continue reading A late night in Bruges →

You’ve got to serve a purpose

Barbizon - February, 2007 ‘Il faut bien servir à quelque chose’ said Paul, adjusting to the unknown interior. ‘Mais vous pensez vraiment que Sarkozy va gagner les éléctions?’ Asked the barman, who was drying glasses behind the counter. Paul took a long swig of beer. Suddenly, a small boy came running round the corner of … Continue reading You’ve got to serve a purpose →

Oxford Enchained

“Just look at all this mess,' said Penny to Petra. She was right; the construction had been going on outside their flat on Cowley Road for several weeks and there seemed to be no end in site. The barriers that kept the works at bay were right in front of their door, which made … Continue reading Oxford Enchained →

The Yorkshire Cat

The room of the intimate pub was crowded with both locals and tourists enjoying a pint of beer on a Friday night. The exterior of the stone walls of the small town and the lack of lamplight in the streets contrasted with the gaudy red and blue of the pub’s interior and the bright lipstick … Continue reading The Yorkshire Cat →