“Come, I will make the continent indissoluble,
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon,
I will make divine magnetic lands”

From the poem ‘For you, O Democracy’ by Walt Whitman

Huntington Beach

It had to rear its head at some point; the cliche of ‘the American road journey’ is so ingrained into photographic culture that ‘to a certain extent’ its unavoidable. The European love/hate relationship with aspects of visual Americana seem to drive these countless forays and the resulting images of ‘difference’ that we sub-consciously ‘or not’ are driven to shoot litter our minds and back catalogs to such an extent that ‘letting go’ of those triggers becomes near-impossible. Magnetic Land is 5669 miles of me ‘not-trying’ to avoid the inevitable… Magnetic Land

Part of a larger portrait series shot for Corridor Manchester, commissioned by Eskimo Creative.

Chris and Abigail

Steve and Shevonne

I’d been inside editing for 2 days straight, I snapped around 4:30pm and walked into the city. So tied up with work, I just needed to use my eyes and feet for 40 minutes with no ‘pre-conceived’ agenda.

Wood Rd

Hulme

Denmark Rd

Oxford Rd

Recently I had the chance to spend a week on the unbelievable Cumbrian coast. Physically hemmed in by the brutal Irish Sea and Lake District; the vicinities socioeconomic battles caused by the death of the fishing and mining industries were more than evident.
I met some really amazing people and got to experience the bleak beauty of a truly forgotten area of the UK. Full project out in November.

Racing pigeons over Flimby playing fields

Main St, Flimby

Scratched breasts, Workington