The Dale Farm Evictions have been one of the most compelling occurrences of recent weeks as a long battle between Basildon Council and the predominantly Irish travellers that had made their homes on the site came to a head. In situations like these, the old adage ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’ seems particularly apt and...

After experiencing only a tiny bit of the London riots at the weekend, when staying in Crouch End I had thought that the ten or so kids that put the window through the Blockbuster on the Broadway, making off with DVDs was about as serious a side to this flurry of recklessness that I would...

With a little longer to explore San Francisco than I had afforded myself in L.A., I was looking forward to marauding the streets with reckless abandon as opposed to franticly planning my days as was the case during my first taste of California. As I lugged my backpack up the steep incline of Leavenworth Street...

  Here at Kollektivnye we love it when we come across someone with an acute interest in something and that is precisely what happened when we discovered Andrew Laverick’s joy in panoramic image making. He has kindly treated us to a glorious selection of his high aspect work over the years which we are proud...

What with all the recent happenings at Kollektivnye it has been a good while since I left my American tale at the conclusion of my time in Vegas, getting set for the West Coast. I had been told over and over that L.A., much like Dionne Warwick sang all those years ago, was too sprawling...

Having secured a gloriously cheap flight from Houston to Las Vegas I had the fortune to experience the cliché, but nevertheless awe-inspiring descent into Sin City. The short flight, late on a Friday night had seen me foolishly pay to watch the in-flight entertainment as I took a break from leafing through Hemmingway’s ‘Fiesta’, only...

While much is made of American people’s ‘patriotism’, usually in a tongue-in-cheek manner at its supposed over-exuberance, I had thus far only experienced subtle examples of this on my journey. By this point I had finally left New Orleans (albeit kicking and screaming) by means of a rather sketchy Greyhound ride and found myself in...

“If you love New Orleans then it will love you back” I was told on my first night in the crescent city. I was just heading outside for the street barbecue in the interval of the Rebirth Brass Band’s weekly show at the Maple Leaf. What I had just experienced was something that, despite being...

A strange sense of déjà-vu is apparent when first exploring New York City. Traversing Manhattan in particular is at times like walking through the sets of countless cult (and a good deal of terrible Jennifer Anniston) films and the sensation of this allows you to drift away from the frantic pace at which the city...