You’ve probably seen the wonderfully produced Opening Ceremony on TV (and if you’ve missed it, see my pictures from the night from inside...

New York’s High Line, a converted rail bridge along the Hudson River, is an amazing example of urban regeneration efforts. Last time I...

Last Saturday was my first time ever on Wimbledon’s Centre Court. And what a day it was. The first person we saw the moment we entered...

The new roof at King’s Cross Or, to be more precise, the newly-opened concourse at King’s Cross station with its gorgeous roof...

It all looks rather eerily empty and Alien-like, although if my commute every day was that comfortable, I really wouldn’t mind. See the...

So while the musicians retuned their instruments, kids munched on their crisps, exotic dancers entertained the bystanders, the numerous...

Shopping by scooter? Easy. Moving furniture? Or plants? No problem. A tourist with a huge case? Piece of cake. This was a constant source...

Ah, those Italian stereotypes. Women making pasta in the kitchen, men playing cards and smoking fags in the street. Not true, eh? Or?...

Yesterday was Gay Pride London day. I planned to film the parade – and I did (editing the footage as we speak) – but I couldn’t not take...

I came across images of Pablo Delgado’s tiny people a few days ago. They seemed like a cool project: plenty of tiny paste-ups of doors,...

On a sunny day it’s a nice, 30-minute stroll along the pebbly beach. But nothing prepares you for the sheer ugliness of the place. Cause...

My very good friend, Nuala O’Sullivan, who wrote the play, wanted the images to be in B&W. Mostly. That was the brief. The rest was up to...

In a country of replicas, another copy of a better-known icon should not surprise anyone. Yet, seeing a replica of a cemetery in the...