I grew up in North London during the 1960s and ’70s — a time of change, colour, and character. Most of my working life was spent in the city, around the West End, Camden Town, and King’s Cross — places full of life and stories waiting to be noticed.
I’ve never been much of an academic; I’ve always preferred creating, making, and seeing things from a different angle. I got my first camera when I was six, and my first real one — an Olympus OM10 — in the late ’70s. That camera came with me to St. Lucia, where I even took it diving in an underwater housing.
Since then, I’ve owned more cameras than I can count — from Olympus to Nikon, Fujifilm, and now Leica. These days, I mostly shoot with a compact Leica D-Lux 8 or my iPhone when I’m out wandering. It’s not about the equipment — it’s about that moment when light, shape, and feeling all come together.
My line of work gave me early retirement, and now living outside London, life moves at a gentler pace. The red kites soar above, the local football team still can’t win a match, and I’m as fascinated as ever by the world around me — always looking for the next image that makes me stop, smile, and press the shutter.
