A week in Copenhagen

I came back from Copenhagen in early September. I’d spent a week in the city, staying near the Lergravsparken metro station in a tiny studio flat which had enough room for potted plants and comfortable chairs and not much else beyond the purely functional. I’ve spent the last month thinking about travel writing, and about […]

Searching for spirits

I was very inspired by this Polaroid of the haunted landscape behind M.R. James’ childhood Suffolk home, taken at dusk by the writer Adam Scovell. I had a look through my Diana Baby 110 shots for some suitably folkish, spooky shots of Chichester, which is where I’m currently living. Although ancient, I don’t think this city has […]

About me

I’m Emily, an apprentice journalist, a nearly-done PhD student, a writer and an occasional picture-maker. My thing is the long nineteenth century and Neo-Victorianism in literature, art, and the archives, whether it’s ‘asylums’ or activism, science or the supernatural – and particularly when these intersect with folklore or cabaret or horror. Here are some of my […]

Paris, lilac and teal

Pals, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much recently. Good old mental illness has truly been kicking me in the arse for a while, but I’m working on it. I’m hanging on. In the meantime, I thought I’d share some photographs with you. I took my mam to Paris for a few days. She’s not […]

Rattling skeletons and cursed daughters: a weekend in Prague

Over the weekend I travelled the furthest away from home I’ve ever been, spending two days in Prague. I took three cameras and a pair of walking boots with me, and came back with blisters and very, very many photographs of architecture. I love architecture, and Prague is an ideal place to make pictures of […]

At the violet hour, the landscape tells its tales

Narrative and nature go hand in hand. We’ve used stories to make sense of the world around us, to feel control over the uncontrollable, the inexplicable. To experience a connection, or to delight in an uncanny disconnect. The trees bear witness, the waters offer chances anew. Who is standing on the other side of that […]