It’s life Jim, but not as we know it

I walked about a mile across the lava strewn, wind ravaged, desert like landscape of Lanzarote, risking arrest and a 2000 euro fine for being outside during the corona virus lock down, just to take these pictures… so you better bloody appreciate the effort.

Where did all the starlings go?

I took these pictures near Ham Wall nature reserve in 2007 and 2008. The rangers estimated that there were roughly 7 million starlings roosting there each night at that time.

On one occasion I managed to position myself right under them because I wanted to film the noise of all those flapping wings. It was incredible but what I hadn’t anticipated was that quite of few of them would be relieving themselves as they flew overhead. It sounded just like a hail storm and I had quite a few white ‘blobs’ to clean off my clothes when I arrived home.

I’ve been back to Ham Wall this year and the number of starlings has dropped dramatically. The rangers said there were no more than 1 million now. If this is how fast things are changing in the natural world we should all be very concerned.

It’s not easy taking pictures when you can’t stop dancing. Tinariwen 2010

This is a bit of a repost, because it was never really done properly in the first place. The pics were taken in Sete, in 2010. They’re an amazing band with an even more incredible story. Self taught on self made instruments in refugee camps, they were eventually trained to kill by Gaddafi but in the end, decided they’d rather promote peace with their music. Standing just a few feet from them throughout the gig, I felt the overwhelming presence of the Sahara and the Tuareg spirit pouring out of them.

Quan Yin. From God to Goddess in 500 Years

I took these pictures of Quan Yin in two different temples in Thailand last year, before I discovered who she was. Also in the pictures are the Yoni and Lingam, relating to Shiva’s duality. More on that here

Then discovered this about her on wikipedia and rewrote it for my other blog;

Quan Yin is the goddess of loving compassion. She hears the cries of all beings in the world and comes to their aid. She eliminates suffering and creates peace and harmony, which in turn, leads her devotees to becoming more compassionate and loving themselves. A deep sense of service to all fellow beings naturally follows the devotion to this Goddess.
A bodhisattva who is both ‘god’ and ‘goddess’ is not uncommon in Buddhist doctrine.
The scriptures explain that a bodhisattva can embody in either male or female form, depending on who they are seeking to save.
Quan Yin originated in India as a male god named Avolo Kitesvara but over time became known as a goddess in China. Literary evidence from the fifth century points to a sexual transformation of Quan Yin. 500 years later her statues had become increasingly feminine, and by the Ming Dynasty, her transformation was complete.
Quan Yin is most often depicted as female nowadays, although some people believe that she is androgynous or even without gender. According to the Mahayana sutras, it is irrelevant though because ultimately, reality is emptiness.

2 Teknivals, Somewhere in the South of France, 1999/2000-ish

I don’t know where these parties were, who the crews were or even what year they were….We went to a lot of parties back then…and I was never really paying attention. Jes liked doing his own face paint though.



Deer and Wild Garlic

A few weeks in England, hanging out with the wild deer and eating wild garlic.

Buddhist Karaoke Death Mannequins

The title says it all, doesn’t it? This is one of the weirdest experiences I’ve ever had. I was wandering around a temple in Thailand and noticed all these mannequins in a shed, holding microphones and surrounded by speakers. So obviously I felt compelled to take a closer look. Once inside, I could see that their skin was flaking off, their hair was made of straw and most of the male figures were wearing skirts. While taking all this in, I took a few pictures, then suddenly realised there were coffins in there too. Didn’t hang around for long after that.

Repeat After Me…. ”I am Free”

An unexpected oasis of calm after the stress of being on the road in Cambodia, Vietnam and Thailand. I found this little place, hidden away at the back of a temple in Battambang, almost lost to the jungle it seemed. Someone (or many someones) clearly left all these thought provoking images and slogans for me to find, somewhere down the line.

Sunset in Phnom Penh


A few seconds earlier or later and I would have missed it. The next day it set to the right.

I believe they call it perfect timing.

Laanden mate innit

On a brief trip to the Tate Modern.

Taking a Break

This guy decided to have a nap, with his head hanging out the door of a tram, holding up hundreds of people in rush hour. Gotta love the dog sitting there, thinking, ‘you know everyone’s staring at us, right?’



Manila Skyline

I never really liked Manila but having spent a bit of time in Makati this week, I’ve grown to enjoy it just a little.

On the Road to Sagada

And what a road… Rice terraces, mountain folk, the hill in Baguio, spectacular views or spending hours above the clouds on the highest road in the Philippines, trying to grab a bite to eat, take a pee and smoke a couple of cigarettes during the 15 minute stops on the bus or the six hour wedgies on the way back down’s all good

(All these shots were taken from the window of a very bouncy bus)

Boy George at Full Tilt

Taken at various nights out in Torquay, England in 2002. Boy George mixing at Full Tilt, Fergie at Cream, Route 66 and Saturday night at The Venue. All rather low on quality due to the crappy camera I was using.










Myleene Klass in London 2009

More from the archives. I spotted Myleene Klass filming something or other in London in 2009 and fired off a few shots.
She wasn’t very happy about it. Gave me a right filthy look in fact.

It made me realise just how much the world had changed though. I get the feeling, if you saw the same scene today there’d be about 50 people standing around her, staring into their smartphones, instead of actually experiencing the event first hand. Anyway, whatever….

East End of London, 1991

These were taken during my second stint as a ‘serious’ photographer

Life was getting pretty grim for a while back there. Everything seemed to be falling apart around me. And my photographs reflected that.

Look and you shall see,

there is nothing to be found


Angkor Watt. Temples, guides and a hell of a lot of tourists

All these pictures were taken in and around Angkor Watt and Angkor Thom recently. I didn’t take the tours, didn’t pay a guide to be blabbing in my ear all day and didn’t get up at 4am to take the same picture, recommended by all the travel books, which hundreds of thousands of people must have taken already (seriously, why bother?). I just rented a bicycle for 2 dollars and cycled around in the jungle for 5 hours. It was a fantastic morning.

All shots were taken on a ‘piece of shit,’ Nikon Coolpix.




Travelling, in Montpellier

Some of the more recent shots in the ‘travelling’ series

Angles on architecture

On The Pembury estate London, (1991) and The Big Shitty of London (2009) Montpellier, (2012) Gare de Lyon (2013) and Sete (2009)

Wandering around..the Philippines

Olangapo and Labrador in North Luzon, Baguio, Cebu, and a night market in Manila

Cebu City… a somewhat alternative viewpoint

One or two sides of Cebu.. the homeless, the bright lights, gangland, the jeepneys and street scenes from above

Hitting the streets of Cairo

Pickpockets, hasslers and con men everywhere. I won’t be back in Egypt any time soon.

Sure you don’t want a camel ride?

….on visiting the great pyramids of Giza.

Well, we got hounded and hassled and threatened by the people working there and all I really wanted to do was just spend a few hours experiencing the energy of the pyramids for myself. Apparently relaxing in sacred spaces is not as easy as it would seem. Egypt

I wouldn’t recommend it to be honest, unless you enjoy being ripped off, pick pocketed and hassled every few minutes.




I quite enjoy the special kind of insanity

…..which comes about through isolation


Back on the streets… (the 2012 remix)

I keep thinking this series has run its course….

but apparently it keeps finding new legs —————————————————– lulz

Shooting from the hip in Cebu City

I took these pictures nearly a year ago now and have only just been re-editing.

Kayt Unseen

We shot these at Kayt’s house in 2007, when neither of us really knew what we were doing.

I gave up shooting models soon after this, in spite of receiving praise and encouragement from Corrine Day, who launched Kate Moss’ career. I realised that my shoots with models were mostly just a therapeutic exercise for myself.

Anyhow, Kayt did well for herself.


Now if that ain’t art….

aka, catch me i’m falling. Aka catch me if you can

People are Strange

More from the ‘travelling’ series…..

No photoshop effects were used here. Just an understanding of photography.

London’s Burning!

This picture has no relevance at all to the riots in London or to The Clash,

except that it reminded me a little of Pennie Smith’s famous album cover for

London Calling.

That ain’t the way you treat your fucking wife

A brief audience with Peter Perrett.

One of my favourite musicians ever, probably best known for writing and singing

Another girl, another planet with The Only Ones.

I’ve been a fan of their music for over 30 years so I was very happy when Peter

kindly invited me into his home to take some informal portraits.

I’ve got to say, it was an honour and a pleasure to meet Peter and chat with him.

He even played me a few of his, as yet unreleased tracks.  Sounding as good as ever.

It’s just a shame that I was in such a rush and had to leave so soon.

Sinulog 2011, Cebu City

A lot of rain and a lot of people. 3.5 million I believe. And the rain was pouring down all day….

but it was a lot of fun, lots of smiles, some great costumes and it was well worth the trip

Bamboo workers, Cebu

These guys were amazing. I spent all day with them and have rarely

encountered such generosity in my life.

They have no right to be on their land but they’ve been there 25 years anyway

I wish them all the best and hope they get to stay there for many years to come,

although I’m sure their living conditions could improve if they felt more secure.

Thailand 1991

I’ve been scanning and editing old pictures again.

Here’s a few from my first trip to Thailand, starting with some destroyed

Buddhas in the ancient capital, Ayutthaya.

Somewhere between Thong Sala and Haad Rin in Koh Phangan.

A brief visit to the hill tribes in the north

Taken from sunset beach on Koh Phangan

And a little more strangeness in Ayutthaya

tales of light and dark

‘Travelling’ Beziers

More from India

Kite flying on the rooftops in Dehli, a cycle rickshaw in paharganj, the beautiful old houses

and smoking chillums with the babas in Manali.

the light people

Part of the series that I’m now calling ‘travelling’.

No photoshop trickery involved. Just lots of experience.


I just started messing around with this programme yesterday.

I don’t really know how it works yet but I did a few pictures I like.

running in the shadows

“Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow.

Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead.

Just walk beside me and be my friend.”  – Albert Camus

sunsets and pussycats

I haven’t taken a sunset shot in years. Couldn’t resist this one at Lac Garda in Italy though.



Mother India

A few shots from the mother land, taken in 2007-2008

20 years of shooting in the street



In loving memory of my good friend Andree Peel

My good friend Andree died this year, aged 104. She not only survived two concentration camps but came out of that experience with a sense of humour and a positivity that you rarely find in anyone. She spent her whole life selflessly helping others. She was 101 when we did these two impromptu photo shoots and she really enjoyed posing for the camera. She told me that the picture, top left one was the best photo anyone had ever taken of her. The rest were from the second shoot we did together. After a while she started looking around for props. First she picked up a book, then she grabbed the photo of her late husband John but as she started thinking about him, she started to cry. I just put the camera away.

Rewriting this in 2019, I still miss Andree. She made me laugh so much. She even flirted with me at times. And her stories were fascinating. She was a huge inspiration to me. Bless you Andree.