Rāmrō Kēṭā

"Good boy" I said, smiling to the dog we'd named Houdini as he stared back at me, his eyes wide with the belief that there were digestive biscuits in my rucksack.


Screaming bile and fury atop the stench of sweat and dung. Heck playing The Barn stage at Truck Festival on a balmy July morning.

Blad the Impaler

Adventures with medium format film, predominantly from a Hasselblad 503CX.

J'adore Le Banane

A homage to the work of anonymous sculptors. Those that have strewn the sheath of their previous meal to leave a yellow shadow of people in transit.