About

My working life began as an engineer in the oil industry. It was aboard the Esso Caledonia, a vast supertanker crossing the Red Sea, that I first fell in love with photography. Strange place for it, maybe — but light is light, and the camera quietly took hold.

Like many photographers of my generation, I didn’t study — I assisted. I spent three years in London working with the legendary John Claridge, whose studio perched above Ronnie Scott’s Jazz Club in Soho. We photographed everyone from Chet Baker to cigarette brands, and everything in between. It was an apprenticeship in light, life, and craft.

From there, I began shooting editorial stories — people, landscapes, moments. That led to fashion and lifestyle, and eventually, by accident or design, to cars. I've worked with global brands like Rolls-Royce, BMW, Jaguar, and Toyota, shooting stills and motion in places as far-flung as Iceland, LA, and Tokyo.

But photography for me has always been more than a job. It’s a way of paying attention — of seeing, of remembering. It’s how I’ve made sense of the world and how, increasingly, I try to share it.

I now live in the south-west of France, where I work from a converted limestone barn — a fully equipped darkroom and large daylight studio. Here, I teach workshops, offer mentoring, and keep exploring photography in its purest, most hands-on form.
From wet plate collodion to photopolymer gravure, this is where the craft lives, slowly, intentionally, and with a little magic still left in it.

Along the way, I’ve carried certain images with me like touchstones, Paul Strand’s quiet dignity, Eggleston’s surprising colour, Edward Weston’s sensuous stillness. The raw theatre of William Mortensen, the democratic eye of Stephen Shore. They’ve shaped how I see, and reminded me, again and again, that photography is less about what’s in front of the lens, and more about how you feel when you look.

If you’re curious to learn more, or work together, I’d love to hear from you.