A photographer, occasional blogger and photobook collector. Obsessed with the art of photography, but hates to hear it described as “art”. It’s just photographs, images of things, people, places, events. Too much to overthink it, just look and be happy or sad, inspired, frustrated, glad you’re not them, green with envy wishing you were them. Maybe not art, but the practice of photography, the thing of it. In the end a print, not an image on a screen, but in your hand. To be kept in a biscuit tin, under the bed, forgotten.
For the time being.