The following stand accused of leading me into temptation (but I’ve already forgiven them all, it’s really my own fault!): primary accused DANAI for writing such a compelling ar...
A flattened, sandy oval pressed like a wad of gum into Brooklyn’s ample instep, Coney Island has been a draw for photographers for as long as the medium has existed. Altho...
This fantastic Sunday afternoon, captured on Kodak Gold 200, was one of those rare gifts where everything aligned perfectly: the weather, the scenery, the car – and, naturally, ...
I was born in southern Scania, specifically in the town of Simrishamn on the Baltic Sea, grew up in the neighbouring municipality of Tomelilla and attended upper secondary schoo...
This isn’t a technical review. There are no charts, no pixel peeping, and no scientific comparisons here. What follows are simply my thoughts and impressions after shooting a ro...
I made a terrible mistake at the very start of my month-long U.S. trip this August. I left my X100F at home. Sure, I had a film SLR in my bag, but that meant weeks of waiting be...
My dad (Derek, shot #7) is a war baby born in 1941. So, when I found out that there is an annual nearby 1940s weekend in Welshpool that falls on his birthday it was a no-brainer...
Like a lot of film photographers, I suffer with Gas Acquisition Syndrome and as soon as I see a charity shop I am in. Sadly, or maybe gladly to some of us, things ain’t what the...