Several months ago, Meghan Wood, my bandmate in Cave Mouth, sent me this video of Lasair inghen ui h'Airt performing her extraordinary song Valkyrie's Lullaby. Naturally, I became obsessed. I mean, who wouldn't? Of course, we needed to do a cover, no question about it. But life, as it has the want to do, became… Continue reading Valkyrie’s Lullaby, Etc.
I posted a question on Facebook yesterday. It said: Hypothetical question. No judgement. I'm just curious. If you know for a FACT that a friend of yours has been or is being cheated on by their significant other, would you tell them? I've now been in two relationships where both partners have cheated, and people… Continue reading I’m Just Curious, But… : Would You Tell Your Friend They’re Being Cheated On?
I took these photographs several months ago, after a liberating time in Iceland, where I essentially grew into my sexuality. It's taken thirty-five years to fully open up to how valuable sex is to me. Thirty-five years to realise who I am as a sexual being and what my body is capable of when I… Continue reading I Finally Grew Into My Sexuality
It's most certainly been a day. Not the happiest birthday I've ever had, nor the saddest. I was going to write a book-length post about 36 things I've learned in the 36 years I've been alive. But I've probably not learned enough to be qualified to write such a thing, especially considering my track record… Continue reading 36 Today But In Dog Years I’m Dead
I've just come back from a hike. The death toll from the dark and treacherous country lanes was high: Two hedgehogs One rabbit One pheasant One frog My pride (I wore my fluorescent yellow jacket for the first time tonight, as it starts getting dark absurdly early now.) I'd planned to use my walk to… Continue reading The Death Knell Of My Love
It's been twelve days since I bolted from my partner's apartment and fled through downtown Reykjavik, frantically searching for somewhere to duck into where I could order a drink, plug in my laptop and figure out what in hell my next move would be. I'd just discovered abhorrent details of what my partner had been… Continue reading The Horrors Of The End
This devastatingly hot summer is one I would rather forget for reasons I'll inevitably discuss with a therapist. Depression has his heavy paws on my shoulders, so I don't have what it takes today to really talk about my photographic journey these past few months. Also, WordPress has fucked around with the editing functions since… Continue reading All Those Summer Nightmares : Self-Portraits June/July/August
I was depressed and suicidal when the debut issue of Cunning Folk emerged a few years ago. I wanted it badly. But I didn't buy it. It was around £15 or so, with the postage and packing and the ever-so-miserable voice in my ever-so-heavy head said I couldn't afford it. I watched, from a distance, as this new… Continue reading Cunning Folk Magazine : The Air Issue