Projects

In 1993, the first salmon of the season — the traditional opener for Dublin’s angling year — was caught on a stunning spring day by a member of the Island bridge Fishing Club. As the sun lit up the River Liffey, anglers gathered in quiet excitement, watching the water for signs of life. Landing that first fish wasn’t just a personal triumph — it marked the official start of the season, a moment steeped in tradition and hope for the months ahead.

In the summer of 1990, Ireland danced. For the first time in history, the national football team reached the quarter-finals of the World Cup, and from the pubs to the pavements, the whole country came alive. This gallery captures the spirit of that unforgettable time — from the wild, euphoric street celebrations after each victory, to the emotional drive from Dublin Airport to the city center as the team returned home heroes. A portrait of a country in full voice, at a moment when hope and history rhymed.

Before the crowds and cafés, it was a quiet place of old streets and older faces. I spent a day walking with my camera—workers laying cobblestones, old buildings leaning into the past, locals going about their lives. A day in the life, just before everything changed.

Nestled between towering limestone karsts and winding rivers, Ninh Binh is a place where history and daily life intertwine. Farmers wade through flooded rice paddies, their hands swift and practiced, planting the next harvest. Fishermen cast their nets in quiet waters, carrying on traditions that have shaped this land for generations.

I think the hardest job about this project was the printing. I wasn’t very good at the time so I’d spend ages just trying to get something decent. Nowadays, I don’t think people understand how hard it used to be to print your own work. You really had to want to do it.

I really enjoyed walking the streets and taking pictures. All my dole money went on it. My father didn’t understand why I was spending so much money taking and developing all these pictures. He kept saying that they were going to be knocked down.

Back in the 80s everybody knew how to play snooker. There were snooker halls all over the place, all dark and full of smoke. There would always be fights about who would take on the winner. I used to hate that.

I wasn’t very good at using the flash back then—it was a hit and miss. I still don’t use it much today but I have improved. As you can see, they hadn’t got much in the flats but they did the best they could.