“It was there – while staring into that bright red bucket, vomiting every hour on the hour for fifteen hours straight – that I started to think how strange families, suburbia, life, vomit and in particular, Christmas really was…” 


Text and photographs often make uncomfortable companions. Like oil and water they slide over and around each other, the two competing to establish some sort of hierarchy, with one invariably rising to the top. Any work which extensively uses these [...]