On the 28th of August in 2022, I met up with a group of friends from school in the morning before heading out to Notting Hill Carnival. I hadn’t seen them in years, so we started the day in the best possible way: a few drinks at the flat of the friend who lived closest to the festival. Naturally, I brought my camera so there were a few photos, a few more drinks, and eventually a gentle migration towards the festival itself by mid-morning. Now, I had actually been to Notting H

For as long as I can remember I’ve had a severe obsession with nature. largely fed by growing up surrounded by animals, encyclopaedias permanently stacked at the foot of my bed like some sort of scholarly safety net and documentaries playing on a near constant loop during the many, many rainy afternoons in the English countryside. But those days came with one non-negotiable: the unmistakable melodic tones of Sir David Attenborough, Frankly anything else felt like a betrayal.

In my first year of living in London, I found myself on a rather ambitious quest: to figure out how one might actually make a living with a camera. Simple in theory. Less so in practice. Looking back, my confidence may have bordered on the heroic or the downright hubristic. I truly believed, with the kind of stubborn optimism only a slightly broke creative can possess, that I could solely make a living from my art. Everyone else, of course, disagreed. Friends, family, acquain

Couldn't get her to look up In 2022, Queen Elizabeth II celebrated her Platinum Jubilee — that’s seventy years on the throne, in case you’d missed the bunting. The whole country was treated to a four-day bank holiday (cheers, Your Majesty) from Thursday 2nd to Sunday 5th June. At the time, I was based in London, still busy with interiors but sneaking into other areas of photography whenever I could. And really, when history comes parading down your street, how could I not gra

When the pandemic hit in 2020 during my animation degree my neatly planned career path collapsed faster than a badly assembled IKEA wardrobe. One week I was forging ahead with my final year project ready to dive into professional life; the next I was a graduate with no graduate showreel, no film day to introduce us to industry and no aid from the government. Like so many of us at the time I had a choice: keep slogging away at the few opportunities left, or hit the reset butto