Fish in the waters below

On a cold, overcast day just after Christmas I got the train to Brighton, where I decided against venturing into the sea, but sat on the pebbles and ate a hot kipper sandwich while trying to skim stones across the foam.

I have much to write to you, but I do not want to use paper and ink

We went on a field trip to the printing press with our editorial team, setting off at 1 in the morning to catch them working through the night to get all of the newspapers, magazines and comics out for the following morning. The space was immense: a huge warehouse full of vats of ink, huge rolls of paper, and rickety stairways. We saw the paper being rushed through vast machines and emerging as fully-formed publications, and watched the ink being applied to metal plates in cyan, magenta, yellow and black; I was amazed at how physical so much of the process still was, with any computers in sight looking as if they'd been there since the early 90s.

The city and the tower

A couple of weeks ago I went up to Edinburgh to visit my sister Isabel. We wandered around the criss-crossing streets, ate haggis for breakfast, climbed up to the view across the city - and I got a shock from just how close to the sea we were when I turned around suddenly - and drank enough whisky for me to run late and miss my journey back.

Though they had seen

Since last month Hot & Cool has been stocked in the Tate Modern, alongside some of the best journals and magazines currently being produced! I only just had a chance this weekend to make it to London and see it on the shelves for myself - if you're by the river one afternoon, go down, take a look and pick up a copy.

Times and seasons

The day after I had a tropical-themed party at the beginning of summer, Alice and I shot an accessories story together, using nail transfers, plastic hair clips and a charm necklace that Alice brought round. Nami came over to sort the makeup, and we took these pictures on my balcony in the incredibly bright sunlight. Here's a few of the pictures - two of these ended up as outtakes. See the whole story in the latest issue of H&C.

All the days of my life

At the beginning of September I went to Paris for a few days, to see everyone before the summer was up and we were all in Cambridge, Chicago, and all over the place again. It was brilliantly sunny after a month of non-stop grey skies in London, and I walked all round the steep streets of Montmatre that I'd never got the chance to look at properly before, as well as gathering by the canal as always. These pictures are a mixture from the entire summer, from afternoons in Portobello (the pink broccoli), Maciek's fridge door, and a few late nights in Cambridge too (the cygnets and Siobhan's ukelele) - and Victoria Park too, where I spotted Larry David on someone's pocket and had to stop them to take a photo.

Even a morning without clouds

I went up to Lanchashire for the weekend at the start of September, just as it was starting to get dark earlier, with the rain dripping down the windows and no desire to leave the house. We stayed inside with homemade bread, ginger beer and wine, scaring ourselves with talk of horror films and the future. The next morning, we walked through the drizzle and I took these pictures that I'd been thinking of ever since I found this new mackintosh in Paris the month before.

Whistle for flies

Issue 3 is out this week! I just dropped of a delivery to Wardour News, and copies are stocked in B Store, Charlotte Street News and Rococo News as well – more stockists coming very soon and it’ll be available to buy online over the next few days.

i-D's feature on H&C:

http://i-donline.com/2011/09/youre-hot-and-youre-cool/

Buy online and daily journal:

http://www.hotandcool.biz/

There it shall be

These are the pictures that I took for Hot&Cool issue 2, laying out clothes in the pebbly garden of my college house in Cambridge when I was meant to be revising. The sun came through the trees and gave it all a splash of light, which looks to me a bit like water rippling over them. I looked very odd photographing the outfits, climbing on ledges and seeming a bit like I hadn't realised that no one was wearing them. I'm happy with how they came out though - and Theo laid them out really nicely in print.

Water spilt on the ground

I took pictures for the May Week edition of the paper in Cambridge. Antonia, Maddy and I wandered around on Sunday morning, climbing trees, drinking milkshakes and making stupid jokes. All year I'd wanted to do a shoot along Mill Road, which is full of creaky houses and old pubs, plus the UK's first internet cafe! Here's my favourite shot, taken in the garden of that cafe, plus another of Antonia in my back garden.