My sister Ania has been the subject/victim of my photographic endeavours ever since I knew how to press the shutter button on a camera. Now, I'd like to be able to tell you here a nice, sentimental tale of how I was a wonderfully attentive older brother wanting to capture every moment of my beloved sibling but that just wouldn't be true. Ania likes to tell the story of how, whenever the two of us were going somewhere together I would walk ahead with my headphones on, blasting music while she was trying to keep up with me a few steps behind. There's my level of brotherly attentiveness for you. Having said that, she was always available to have a picture taken and willing to indulge whatever ideas I might have. Getting wrapped in cassette tape? Sure! Posing in a bath filled with paper offcuts? Bring it on! Wearing nothing but tinfoil? Where do I sign up? I could go on but you get the picture. Our relationship has changed quite a bit since we were kids and she not only became my absolute favourite person but also someone I truly admire. I don't photograph her as much as I used these days as we're both busy with our work (Ania's a ridiculously talented, award-winning nail artist and runs a salon in Glasgow called Beauty Beehive) but there's probably a book's worth of images I've taken of her throughout the years. Some are great, some of questionable standard but all are a testament to our growth: her as a woman and mine as a photographer and I thought it would be interesting to share some of them here. Enjoy.