Belgrade Day 3: The River & Other Things

This is the start of… something. I’ve been thinking of getting rid of this journal on my site, as it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything I’ve felt good about publishing. I don’t blog consistently enough, and I haven’t for months. So much so that I often find myself wondering why I have one at all.…More

Day 2, Belgrade

My Mum often asks me “what are you going to do there?” whenever I go somewhere new. “Walk around and look at things,” is the inevitable answer. (My mother probably thinks I’m mad, but is too kind to say so) Sometime last year, I had decided that I really wanted to go places where I…More

¡Hasta luego!

Today is our day in Guanajuato City. In the two months that Flemming and I have been here, its color has intensified by the day, until even my dreams are washed in this glorious palette. Until we meet again.More

Viernes Santo en Guanajuato, México

Flemming and I found ourselves inadvertently attending Good Friday mass at the plaza of Templo de San Roque. This loosely triangular plaza in front of the crumbling church, has permanent seats and theatre lights in place for outdoor performances. It also happens to be a great place to hang out in the late afternoons, when the shadows lengthen and throw sections of…More

Nik picking

A couple of days ago, Google released their Nik Collection for free. Download it here if you haven’t already. I’ve not used any of the Nik modules much, which means I’ve been going nuts with it in the past couple of days. It is not lost on me: the irony of shooting with with the latest and…More

Fog, Fishing and Family

Nordjylland, Danmark, Sep 2015 We went to visit Flemming’s father in Northern Jutland for a few days last year. It wasn’t my first visit, but it was the one where I got a sense of the place where Flemming Bo Jensen (who is a Nordjyde) was born and raised, as his father drove us around the region on a grand tour. The…More

Looking Out

Colombo, Sri Lanka, November 2015 A bisected inside-outside view from the train, as it pulled into Colombo Fort Station. There was no light in Colombo I found as beautiful as that inside trains. Gentled by carriage surfaces, the tropical sun brushed faces, bodies, hands, cloud like. Fujifilm X-Pro 2, XF 27mm F2.8More

Published

You can read about me in Swedish, English and Japanese this month. Kamera & Bild (Sweden) I have an 8 page feature (interview and photos) in Kamera & Bild’s Fujifilm Special issue this month – in Swedish! This is the first interview I’ve ever given to a publication, and I got to be featured in the alongside the esteemed Knut…More

The High Road

Singapore, December 2015 I haven’t lived in Singapore since 1999, but have spent a significant amount of time there in the last 3 years. It’s a topsy turvy process, confronting the strangeness of the superficially familiar. It’s easy for me to say “I’m Singaporean” everywhere, except in Singapore, because it’s there that the phrase makes…More

Strangers

June 2013, Washington D.C. I rarely stop strangers to ask for a portrait. But back in 2013, I spent some illuminating weeks with photographers in the area – the guys at Strata Collective, Diriki Rice and John Nelson – learning about their practice, and was encouraged to step out of my shell. That time in DC remains one…More

On focus

“A kind of light spread out from [him]. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.” ― John Steinbeck, East of Eden…More

Building blocks

I haven’t stopped shooting since I’ve been in Guanajuato. The UNESCO Heritage Listed city itself is unbelievably beautiful, with that gorgeous colonial architecture framing an exhilarating assemblage of shapes and colors. It is impossible to ignore and for anyone who is visually inclined, an unending pleasure. Most of all, it’s impossible to ignore the binary play of light and shadow, where tone is all but lost to the camera’s eye before…More

Space for thought

If there’s one thing I’ve yet to get used to after 3 years of gypsy living, it’s the rarity of having a space to myself. Where closing a door means shutting out the world, being left alone with thoughts and terrors, finding a path through the remains of the day. When solitary space is finally…More