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Hi friends, These past couple of years have been somewhat of a public unravelling as I’ve been figuring out where I want to go next. I’m no stranger to flying by the seat of my pants, following my nose, and figuring stuff out as I go (and it has worked out pretty well for me so far – from…
My Oddbox is delivered overnight and a few industrious ants get inside. Normally it’s just a couple of them and I manage to unload the contents – a mix of rescued fruit and veg – before taking it into the garden for the ants to escape into the grass. Not today. Today they run for it…
My grandmother never told me much about her experience of the siege. We learned a lot about it at school – the 900 days, the 1.5 million dead, the heroism of the people, the Shostakovich’s Symphony No. 7, the “this side of the street is more dangerous during an aerial attack” (the…
In the final chapters of Evgeny Zamyatin’s dystopian novel We, the authorities have finally figured out what was causing the turmoil that has permeated the otherwise perfectly calibrated society of synchronised workers and glass houses. The problem, it turned out, was that some humans…
I keep thinking that it must feel weird for you to read me writing about gardening all of a sudden. Like, what does it have to do with photography? Probably nothing. Probably everything. I’m still figuring it out. My brain doesn’t work in a linear way. It swirls and shoots to random places, making…
…if you knew it was the last time?
I decided to plant a garden. Like, an edible kitchen garden, with apple trees and herbs and radishes and peas. But also, wildflowers. Lots of wildflowers. There are three main problems with my plan: I have literally zero idea how to do any of it. I grew up in a high rise block of flats in a city,…
There are at least three things I didn’t know about pirates: One: The Jolly Roger was a symbol of not so much a threat to others (“you are going to die”), but more of sheer defiance (“we know we are going to die”). Pirates knew that they had signed their own death warrants once on land, and…
I had a bit of a flirtation with AI early on. It was fun and exciting to play with it and see if I could push the limits of what I myself could do. I was inspired by Jonas Peterson – a photographer and an early Midjourney adopter who seemingly mastered the art of AI (and made a…
A very practical nitty-gritty post.