Foggy days at home in the North York Moors National Park.
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
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
The photograph you see here was captured by artist Jean de Pomereu and is, to the artist's knowledge, the only female nude ever taken in Antarctica. For me, Antarctica is an object of continued visual and intellectual fascination : A wilderness that, however much it is scrutinized and deconstructed, remains unmoved in its glacial quietude,… Continue reading The Only One