Self-Published

• Self-published 2020
• Softcover, 1st edition
• New

"She told me she was the daughter of a farmer from an Island I visited a long time ago.

Sometimes meetings are short, intense, sometimes they last a lifetime.

What is it to be invited into a diary, to be offered a key to unlock what lies within? Long memories triggered by each lived moment, if shared, to know and understand that we are not alone. Sometimes we know where and when.

Her silent footsteps tread upon a shabby red carpet. She scans what lies before her, stopping just long enough to make a single frame and move on.

With tenderness she looks up to take in a string of fragile paper lanterns along a corridor we don't know where it’s leading. Always walking.

What is it to know joy on seeing the free movement of the figure as it glides so effortlessly through water, sound muted by its vast expanse that surrounds and supports it? Only once does the figure come up for air.

What is it to appreciate the sensation of a retreating tide? To silently observe a solitary figure who seems feeling and measuring the air.

Who is the woman who patiently waits for her to catch up, catch up at the pace of the human heart?

Always walking.

What is it to feel the sensation of mist as she steps upon the earth so close behind her sheep, or to see her own breath as she moves long a car-less snow-covered road?

Along these tracks and pathway there’s always light.

Sometimes a flood of artificial light that renders expressionless the figures that move within it.

A dog instinctively slips into the shadows. But more often it’s the light cast by the moon, or the light when day becomes night or night day.

She follows those figures, first at proximity, and then a little further away, less sure, still she stays, and still she follows.

These are moments of a certain kind of solitude that still manage to find a connectedness.

Always walking always walking." 

- from the accompanying text by Vanessa Winship

Self-published handmade trifold book which consists of three booklets stitched on the cover. Printed on offset Lithoprint by Pureprint printers using vegetable based inks.

Book opens to 21 x 88.8 cm. 2,197 possible combinations of images (thirteen to the 3rd power).

Numbered edition of 800 copies, signed.

• Self-published 2021
• Hardback, 2nd edition
• New

January 25th, 2021 marks 10-years since the spark of the Tahrir Square protests that unseated former Egyptian President Mohamed Hosni Mubarak. On this occasion, I am releasing a newly edited & redesigned version of In the Shadow of the Pyramids. This release engages the original photographs in a new framework — upholding the historical prominence of the imagery while meditating on the paling memory of the revolution. 

In the Shadow of the Pyramids 2.0 is not a book I anticipated making.
It was born out of a sense of responsibility to honour my role of bearing witness to, and visually chronicling, one of the most important chapters in modern Egyptian history. This is coupled with a fervent necessity on my part as an Egyptian to conserve the memory of those life altering events and ensure they remain alive in our conscientiousness as Egyptians and compassionate world citizens. 

The 10-year anniversary edition stays true to the size and material architecture of its older sibling. However, reflecting the traces of time, its inside pages have undergone a radical transformation. In the Shadow of the Pyramids 2.0 tells a story reminiscent of the impact the past 10 years have had on the narrative around the revolution and the emotional toll this imposes on the reading of the imagery.

Edition of 500 copies. Hardcover with debossed title on front & back
Printed on uncoated paper / 449 pages with 101 fold outs.

In stock now.


Book images courtesy of Anke van der Schaaf / FopmaWier boekbinderij

• Nobody 2020
  
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

It was in 2017 that I began to have an inkling that a single fish might contain a universe of infinite proportions and how amazing a journey within its body could be. So I started to research everything I would need to embark on such an expedition. By January 2020 I had built a work top, obtained a microscope, a camera, optics, lights and fridge. Mentally, though, I was far from ready. I was lacking the courage, time, energy and mental strength to set out on this unknown voyage. 

By February, the world exposed and in the unimaginable grasp of the pandemic. Time moved in entirely new ways as so many were affected, taken ill and had their lives claimed. 

This void in time, with all movements restricted, somehow presented a platform from which I could finally launch my inwards fish journey. I was prepared to explore for an unknown period but first of all I had, of course, to catch a fish. Being really unskilled at fishing this took a total of nine trips and thirty hours. 

On the 10^th April 2020, at around 15.30, equipped with sleeping bags and instant noodles, my children and I arrived at a spot where flat rock, grass and shrubs meet the sea. I had almost got into the idea of never catching a fish by this point, so it was a sudden shock when a jolt was sent through the rod to my hands followed by a silver splash that appeared on the waveless water. My daughter Ada shouted, “Get the net dad!” and she saw the slight panic in my face as I had failed to remember the next thing required to land the fish. 

Knowing it would be a time-sensitive journey as decay commenced the following day, I started what was eventually a ten-week voyage. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was going to encounter along the way or how sick I was to become during the making of this work. 

- Stephen Gill

Signed copy.

• Self-published 2020
• Hardback, 1st edition
• New

These images were taken between June and August 2020. With school proms cancelled due to the Covid-19 pandemic, I photographed local teenagers dressed in outfits they would have worn to prom. Instead of being in the usual settings of school halls or hotel function rooms, I captured them in their gardens, backyards and local parks.

These young people are all aged between 15-19 years old. Many of them had their final exams cancelled and had nothing to mark this significant step in growing up and leaving school. The portraits were all taken locally in north London. They represent a loss and longing, but also celebrate each teenager as an individual, navigating this strange and challenging time.

Three portraits from the series have been awarded 1st Prize in the Taylor Wessing Photographic Portrait Prize 2020.

Signed copy.

• This book is true 2020
  
• Hardback, 2nd edition
  
• New
  

Esù is one of the most enigmatic entities in the cosmogony of West African religions and he crossed the Ocean hand in hand with the the slaves to land in a new world where forced labour, lack of freedom and missionaries would force a transformation that lasts until today in the global understanding of African rooted religions. Midnight at the Crossroads documents and records these transformations and adaptations from its origin in Benin to Cuba, Brazil and then Haiti. Esù starts as a totem in Benin, becomes a child in Cuba, then a young seductive man in Brazil and finally an old man in Haiti, but it is always a confusing spirit that questions your certainties and makes you doubt along the way.

Esù is the energy for change and mutation. It is hard to define whether his influences are good or evil, but to say the least they are challenging. He is the one in charge of the communication with the other Orishas, he is in charge of the crossroads and he is the one placing obstacles on your way for you to redeem the control on your own life. 

In order to bring some light to the obscure narrative that predominates in popular culture and that directly links African rooted religions like Umbanda, Santeria or Voodoo, to devilish energies, this project combines a documentary approach to rituals and ceremonies with visions around the myths and legends that are illustrated to provide a wider and non-linear understanding.

Cristina De Middel and Bruno Morais have spent 3 years following the path of Esù and building a document that comes as a reaction to the advance of Evangelical churches accross Africa and South America that is challenging the survival of an endangered cultural heritage that adds some substantial input to the very much needed non-official version of History.

2nd edition of 500 copies.  Signed by Cristina De Middel and Bruno Morais.

• Ugly Dog 2020
  
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

'‘Be careful’, my father had written to me, ‘It’s supposed to be unsafe out there’, words interspersed with photographs from the cargo ship that he was working on as he made his way up the Mississippi river to the port right outside New Orleans. The immigration rules did not allow him to step on American soil and he had no choice but to remain on his ship. His short-lived glimpse of the country had remained only within those raised embankments on either side of the river. The America that lay on the other side was something he could only make sense of through a trickle of news and opinions that he had been heard from a distance. Guns, Violence, Racism, Trump, A certain loss of Tenderness...

A couple of months later I made the journey on road down the delta from the confluence of Ohio and Mississippi rivers outside Cairo (Illinois), to Pilot Town, off Highway 23 that went further down from New Orleans. It was near here that the river opened into the sea and was the entry point into this part of the country for all ships including my father’s.

As it had been for sailors searching for land, birds now became my guides as I looked for the beginnings of water, leading me through the blues of the wetness of the land. The America I found on the way was not quite the same as the one that my father had imagined.

Just as it had been with my father, there was always a levee between the river and me as well. My father had been on water but had not been able to touch land. I was on land but had barely been able to touch water. Together we got a glimpse of the delta from our own sides of the levee.'

— Sohrab Hura

Edition of 600 copies.  Signed copy.

• Nobody 2017
  
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

In March 2014, my family and I moved from east London to rural south Sweden where my partner Lena is from. I understood that these new surroundings would inform my work in very different ways and that nature would play a key role. I was looking forward to making work that did not feel restricted and suffocated by modern photographic technology nor would make an inaccurate projected impression of the natural landscape we had become part of. 

On my many walks, I soon came to realise that this new, apparently bleak, flat and open landscape was in fact teeming with intense life. Small clues appeared during daylight hours that helped me understand the extent of activity during the night. Clusters of feathers, animal footprints of all sizes showing regular overlapping routes, gnawed branches, eggshells, ant hills, nibbled mushrooms and busy snails and slugs working through the feast provided from the previous night

I started to imagine the creatures in absolute darkness on the forest floor driven by instincts and their will to survive. I imagined them encountering each other. I thought of their eyes – near redundant in the thick of the night – and their sense of smell and hearing finely tuned and heightened. 

Envisaging where this activity might unfold, coupled with a hopeful foresight, I placed cameras equipped with motion sensors, to trees, mostly at a low level, so that any movement triggered the camera shutter and an infra-red flash (which was outside the animals’ visual spectrum). 

The first results filled me with fascination and joy as they presented what felt like stepping off into another parallel and unearthly world.  The silent photographs also seemed to invent sounds. This frame of mind and way of working took me back to my first ever photo project at the age of 13, sitting in the bathroom window of my parents’ house in Bristol with a 10-metre cable release, attached to the camera, attempting to photograph garden birds.

As time went on I started to think, if I were a deer where would I drink from, or if an owl where would I prefer to perch, and positioned cameras in such places. I was already composing the rectangular view in my mind’s eye – even though the nocturnal animals were absent – imagining they were there.  Nature itself helped to decide the palette and the feel of the images as plant pigments were incorporated from the surrounding areas to make the final master prints.

I had grappled for many years with this idea of stepping back as the author of images to give space for chance and to encourage the subject to step forward. I had attempted this in various ways; for example, in 2005, by burying colour prints close to where they were made, as a collaboration, to entice the place itself to leave its physical mark on the images once they had been unearthed. Or, between 2009 - 2013, in the series Talking to Ants, I placed objects such as plant life, insects, seeds and dust from the place I was photographing inside the film chamber to create in-camera photograms creating a confusion of scale. Or, in 2012, in Best Before End, as a photographic response to the rise of high-energy drinks, I used the drinks themselves to part-process the film as they ate into the emulsion. These approaches added an element of uncertainty, without knowing exactly where the images would land, and relied on a point where intentions met chance with the hope that the subject itself could play a part, lead the way or become embedded in the finished images.

This time, though, it felt as if I was stepping out altogether, so that the subjects would orchestrate and perform and take on the role of author while at that moment I was likely to be sleeping. This was nature’s time to speak and let itself be felt and known. 

Stephen Gill


Signed copy.  Recommended.

• Nobody 2019
  
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

A pillar knocked into the ground next to a stream in a flat, open landscape, trees and houses visible in the distance, beneath a vast sky. That is the backdrop to all of Stephen Gill´s photographs in this book. We see the same landscape in spring and summer, in autumn and winter, we see it in sunshine and rain, in snow and wind. Yet there is not the slightest monotony about these pictures, for in almost every one there is a bird, and each of these birds opens up a unique moment in time. We see something that has never happened before and will never happen again. That it takes place in the midst of a landscape characterised by repetition, in which time is cyclical, sets up a keen existential dynamic: on the one hand, everything has happened before, there’s nothing new under the sun; on the other, every moment is unique and carries the hallmark of the miracle: what happens happens only once and never again.

But this wasn’t what I thought about the first time I looked at these photographs. In fact, I barely thought at all, for I was shaken, as a person so often is when confronted with an extraordinary work of art. I’d never seen birds in this way before, as if on their own terms, as independent creatures with independent lives. Ancient, forever improvising, endlessly embroiled with the forces of nature, and yet indulging too. And so infinitely alien to us.

- Karl Ove Knausgård

The Pillar / Winner of the 2019 Les Rencontres de la Photographie author book award.

Signed copy.

Out of print, 1st edition/printing.

• Self 2019
  
• Softcover, 1st edition
  
• New
  

New limited editiion publication published to commemorate   Gerry Johansson receiving the Lars Tunbjörk Foundation Prize 2019. The photographs of Borås  (Lars Tunbjörk home town)  were taken in 1997 and in 2019.

Edition of 350 copies.

Signed copy.

• Self 2020
• Softcover, 1st edition, 180pp
• New

- As Laura Rodari describes it, in August 2012 she had this dream, but it was one of those rare dreams that distress the sleep and disturb the awaking even more so. Pivotal, magnetic, the kind of dream that she describes “opens up unrealised scenarios by releasing the demons”. And so it was. In October 2019 she went there. -

- ... In short, ‘Malia’ is enchantment, it’s charm, it’s the flickering of shadows hence it’s also the light source, it’s the glow, it’s the song that drowns the listener, it’s the power of seduction. It’s what’s left behind. It’s when it’s over... -

- ... Containing 90 monochrome photographs offset printed on heavy uncoated paper, (the) ‘Malìa’ begins in the morning and over an expanse of 180 pages, through the greys (ash to charcoal), the tones, the shadows, it closes at sunset, on top of the volcano. This Malìa... -

Edition of 191 numbered and signed copies.

• Self 2019
  
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

"Americans Parade is a parade of Americans. One after the other, from one community to the next, building up a picture of Americans in the United States in 2016, the year Donald Trump was elected, a year when Americas division have never been more pronounced.

I have visited the United States several times over the years and outside of the biggest cities, I would see very little street life and have no reason to stop; I would only know of a place by it’s reputation, it was like the local community was invisible.

The idea for the work came about when I went to a Martin Luther King parade in a neighbourhood I had been to before. Unlike my first visit, when the streets were empty, the streets were suddenly alive, full of people, families, movement and a sea of sound, a complex community was suddenly visible.

In 2016, I decided to criss-cross the country looking for parades that covered many of the different American demographics. The NYT’s magazine liked the idea and supported me throughout, publishing the work on the weekend of Trumps inauguration.

Throughout the year I visit 26 parades, in 24 cities across 14 states. From the very first parade, my visual approach was simple and deliberate. Moving alongside the parade I would follow the route, waiting for a clear view to photograph a section of the crowd  on the other side.

I would look at the landscape and the overall composition, at groups that caught my attention, at fleeting moments, but I also embraced the generosity of the camera, it’s ability to record and freeze more than I could register. The crowd gives the photograph that element of chance, to create itself. 

The details become important. A sea of faces, expressions, postures, gestures, a look, a touch, alongside, fashions and social behaviour and interactions. A narrative full of complexities and ambiguities, like a series of modern day tableaux.

Although much of America is segregated and separated by race or income, and this difference is exploited as a means to polarise and divide, it is far too simple to define a community through this narrow identity. What I have attempted to do is create a group portrait of multiple identities, where people stand together, in a company of strangers."

Americans Parade has an introduction by David Campany and a short story by Vanessa Winship.

"Although it is not possible to be as indifferent and mechanical as a camera, it is possible to place an image before a viewer as an invitation to look and think; an invitation to measure it carefully against one’s own experience and judgment, to confront one’s preconceptions, to conclude anew or to leave matters open."              

- David Campany from the book introduction.

Shortlisted for the Paris Photo Aperture Best Photobook Award 2019.  

Unsigned.

• Self 2018
  
• Softcover, 1st edition
  
• New
  

Limited edition book featuring 48 photographs of Härryda kommun taken from 2015 to 2016.   All text in Swedish.

Limited edition of 500 copies.

Signed copy.

• Ugly Dog 2018
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

The third book from SWEET LIFE, following 'Life is Elsewhere' and 'A Proposition For Departure' finally closes the entire work completely. While 'Life is Elsewhere' was an autobiographical journal full of doubts and hesitation, 'Look It's Getting Sunny Outside!!!' chapters the confrontation with reality that follows the preceding doubt. 'Over the years when my mother’s condition started to improve I started to photograph at home more. Apart from my mother the focus of the photographs also included her dog Elsa who had been her sole companion at home for many years and also the house itself whose condition deteriorated or improved as my mother’s illness regressed or progressed. Her relationship with Elsa which had substituted intimate human contact as simple as touch or conversation all these years, had played a big part in my mother’s improvement. In the late winter of 2014 Elsa died having grown old in her 13th year. That winter was a strange one because for the first time it had rained everyday and the sun wasn’t seen on most days. Towards the end my mother had even opened up to my father with whom she had separated almost 15 years ago. It was her separation with him that had triggered her illness in the first place.'

Last few signed copies.

• Self 2020
  
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

"I've never hit an animal while driving before. Neither a dog, nor a fox, nor a hare. Not even once for 20 years a bird smashed into my windshield. And, suddenly, "boom"! Smack after smack, a dozen, if not dozens of bird bodies drop beneath the dust of cloud on a gravel road. First time in my life, here in Kazakhstan. Then the second, third, until it became a common sight. I saw tiny sparrows, number of large birds, also giant eagles laying down. It certainly wasn’t a coincidence. It's a collective suicide!"

I set off on my trip through Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan. No specific destination, no marked points on the map, no arranged accommodation. The goal was to be on the road. Curving around mighty Altai and Tien Shan mountains, surrounded by incredibly blue lakes, or simply running straight across boundless steppes. People accidentally met on the road were also the aim. Kind and hospitable like nowhere else, but also proud and raw, shaped by the hardships of communist era. Finally, the goal was to spend these few months behind the wheel, to fulfil the childhood dream of being on the road. So that I could make the time stop. So that I could capture everything I saw in a book.

Photographs and poem © Sebastian Rogowski

Edit and sequencing: Rafał Milach

Book design © Ania Nałęcka / Tapir Book Design

Edition of 500 copies

• Self 2020
  
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

Small book by Koji Onaka featuring a set of coloured vintage photographs.

Edition of 500 copies.  Signed copy.

• Self 2019
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

“Ok, so The River’s Suck is this sort of Lynchian ‘Landscape Noir,’ where casual observations and broken thoughts, gathered during a walk along a local river fining down after an end-of-winter flood, have been re-imagined into a kind  of ambiguous environmental parable. Some kind of cryptic allegory on the invisible liquid of life, oxygen, and it’s presence and flow through everything: water, air, land, bodies. A lead metaphorical role is played by the ubiquitous discarded plastic bottle; an organic looking item of litter that looks like a stranded fished that has drowned in air, its impermeable skin preventing any natural recycling and return to the landscape it had been floating through. It’s seeing the global or universal in the local and mundane. Images of the type of things that often subcontiously catch  the eye are made obvious, made to detour the intellect and simply speak directly; thought triggers like lines of lyrics making a song.”   - Mark Mattock

The River’s Suck is Mattock’s fourth self published work in his unique post pastoral visual language.

Signed copy.

• Self 2019
  
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

'A Star in the Sea is an overture for embracing the unexpected. The photographs, text & title pertain to three independent, personal life events: A love story; my first & only trip to my place of birth in the UK & a vision on a beach in Italy. It is inspired by a desire to redefine my relationship with the ideals of success & happiness. In this context, A Star in the Sea is an opportunity to celebrate imperfection — an artistic gesture to have faith in the Universe.'

- Laura El-Tantawy


The book is conceived as an artistic object demanding intimacy — something you want to protect & treat with care. Each book comes in a custom handmade Batik pouch made by the artist in collaboration with her mother.

Signed & numbered edition of 150 copies.

• Self 2018
  
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

• Self 2018
  
• Softcover, 1st edition
  
• New
  

In an old joke from the defunct German Democratic Republic, a German worker gets a job in Siberia; aware of how all mail will be read by the censors, he tells his friends: ‘Let’s establish a code: if a letter you get from me is written in ordinary blue ink, it's true; if it's written in red ink, it's false.’ After a month, his friends get the first letter, written in blue ink: ‘Everything is wonderful here: the shops are full, food is abundant, apartments are large and properly heated, cinemas show films from the West, there are many beautiful girls ready for an affair — the only thing you can’t get is red ink.’ – Slavoj Žižek, Welcome to the Desert of the Real, Verso Books, 2013

In August 2017, at the height of tensions and the looming possibility of a nuclear war between the U.S. and North Korea, Max Pinckers traveled to Pyongyang on an assignment for The New Yorker together with his assistant Victoria Gonzalez-Figueras and American journalist Evan Osnos. During the four-day trip, they were strictly monitored and guided by government officials at all times, with every location diligently prepared before their arrival.

Knowing that it would be impossible to reveal the reality behind the regime’s facade, Pinckers applied an aesthetic that refers to state propaganda and advertising, by using bold artificial lighting. This subversive approach reveals that these images are conscious of their own deceptive nature – lies that make us understand the truth – that we are looking at a manufactured version of reality according to the Kim regime.

Winner of First Prize at the Leica Oskar Barnack Award 2018

Signed copy.

• Self 2018
  
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

• Self 2015
  
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

In the first instance, ‘Body of Work’ is about the orchestrated process of horse breeding. But, as I wriggled through the months of scrutiny, amidst the rawness of procreation, I became aware of a common anomaly in the mares being served. I came to recognise, in one mare after another, an anthropomorphic capacity to reflect. Through mournful eyes, they would make known an understanding of their peculiar predicament.

• Self 2012
  
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
• New
  

Rays of bright March sunshine beam into a long forgotten plantation situated somwhere between suburb and National Trust. Sap rises in neglected adolescent wood : nature's party time. Deer tracks creep through the new heathen grove imagining some aftermath of a night before, the deeper and darker wood temporarily banned...

Spring in the Temple of Plastic Pillars is a protrait of an English wood. It is a first release from an album about The English wood. In as much as it is a simple visual documentation of a physical space, it is equally an invention, or revelation, of a unique other space imagined through observation. Describing this particular wood as it was experienced when first discovered and the imaginations evoked whilst wandering around it. Layered with multiple interpretations it describes a piece of land that would be recognised by the naturalist for it's wildlife potential, but avoided by the suburban dog walker with suspicion, a hidden corner inviting refuge for 'feral' youth and opportunity for their indulgences. In reality, however, it goes almost unnoticed. It is, of course, a private enclosure. A space where the previous use has been tidied over with the creation of a wood that has, through negligence, already grown to become a 21st century incarnation of the omnipresent 'wildwood'.

First edition of 500 copies.

• Nobody 2005
• Hardback, 1st edition
  
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Hackney Wick sits in east London between the Grand Union Canal, the River Lea and the Eastway A106. Stephen Gill first came across the area at the end of 2002 when he was photographing the back of advertising billboards. His first visit was on a Sunday, to the vast market that used to take place in the old greyhound/speedway stadium. At first glance, apart from few pot plants, most of the items on sale looked like scrap, exhausted white goods, mountains of washing machines and fridges, copper wire and other metals stripped from derelict buildings, piles of old VHS videos. Stephen bought a plastic camera for 50p. It had a plastic lens and no focus or exposure controls, and he started making pictures with it at once. Over the next two years he visited Hackney Wick again and again. The market closed in July 2003, and the remains of the old stadium were demolished weeks later as part of the preparations for the 2012 Olympic Games.

Pristine sealed copy.