Personally, I have no empathy with fellow photographers who talk of being handed a camera at age eight (or six, or five; it seems to get lower every time I see it written) and say their life was completely transformed. They wax on about how it was instinctual for them to take pictures and how at an early age they knew what their life meant. I was twenty, hitchhiking through Sub-Saharan Africa, 5kg underweight, and wondering what my major in university really meant before I made a photograph that could stand on its own. Before that point, I honestly doubt I had the life experience, or a semblance of understanding for the world around me to decently create anything. Still, I get a very strange feeling when I say I am a photographer; it belies the processes I go through. The thought needed to thoroughly pre-visualize a scenario that does not exist beyond a plane of film or sculpted through light reflective material. Every shot I set up is work. Anyone can buy an instamatic $5 camera and be a photographer. For me, there is a need for studying, sketching, discovering problems and methodically minimizing them before the camera is out of the case. I love this medium, I am good at it and every day leaves me inspired to try something new and to challenge everything I know.

A few people have asked me if I will be putting any of my nudes up on this site. I am proud of that work, but I just don’t think it is appropriate.

What has gone up are just a few portraits, some staged, some quickly grabbed.