The other Saturday morning I popped into the Tonbridge branch of WH Smith to have a free read of their art and photography magazines. I’ve noticed an interesting code of etiquette among the ranks of tight-fisted men (it’s always men) who congregate around W H Smith’s magazine racks at the weekend. We murmur apologies if…

Today, when I was taking a walk around Brighton at lunchtime I passed the Fabrica art centre. I’m not sure why exactly but I haven’t felt especially inclined to go inside before. But on this occasion my eye was caught by a warning that the exhibits on show contained gruesome and explicit images of war…

I’m not sure if retroactive blogging really is in the spirit of the thing. But looking at this photograph again, and remembering the mildly surprising circumstances of its making, prompts a post-dated observation. It’s late afternoon in early February. We’ve spent the day in the top floor Conference Suite at the Hotel Metropole Brighton. The…

I like Moleskine notebooks for the same reasons everyone else does. They look purposeful, artistic and handsome.  There’s just one problem. I buy a normal notepad or sketchbook, I start scribbling away. But the Moleskine sits there with its lovely wrapper and explanatory leaflet (Classic Hard Cover, built-in elastic closure, cloth ribbon placeholder, expandable accordion…