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Dublin โ The Constant
Holles Street Start
Dublin is where I was born, where I live, where I work, where my kids call home and where I grow trees and grey hair.
It’s the backdrop to everything.
Boardrooms, backrooms and building sites, hotel bars and public parks, grand atriums and awkward mezzanines, the kind of alleyway that only a Dubliner would know to cut through. Or want to.
Not traditionally handsome, difficult, damp and sometime dank, it can be hard to love at times, but then a stranger drops a line to you and you just know you won’t get that anywhere else.
Dublin views and Vistas
What Dublin has โ and this is the actual thing โ is people. And a collective peculiarity that’s hard to describe to anyone who didn’t grow up inside it. The wit, the warmth, the complete inability to take anything entirely seriously, speak direct, the strange pride in the place that coexists with constant out-loud criticism of it. The way a stranger will tell you something funny and true in a queue and then disappear forever.
Love getting rooftop access across the city to see new vistas, insider perches of unknown quantities, spying on the world. I’m writing this looking out onto Camden Street, watching the summer betray fashion’s ideals.
Constantly Evolving
I’ve been lucky enough to see sides of the city that most people don’t. Access that comes with the job โ buildings mid-construction, venues before the doors open, events as they’re being built and as they’re winding down, businesses and the people inside them.
Its genuinely a privilege to see a city continuing to emerge, strive, fail upward and occasionally wink back at you.
All of which means that when clients need photography in Dublin, they’re working with someone who knows the city the way you only can from living and working in it for a lifetime. The light at different times of year, the locations that work and the ones that look better in person than they photograph, the rhythm of the place and how it changes from one part of the city to the next.
Dirty Old Town
It’s not a perfect city. It’s my city. I know where the good stuff is.
Available across Dublin.
And beyond.
Howaya!
Story boss? I know me southsiders from me northsiders, me Caffalos from Romayos, I don’t need a bleedin’ satnav, and I know your auntie’s sister. Up to my elbows in this dirty old town


















































