I’m leaving Substack

I’m leaving Substack

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...
This dis-imagination machine.

This dis-imagination machine.

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...
I’m a garden, not a machine

I’m a garden, not a machine

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...