I’ve always loved maps, and I’ve always loved running. These prints are what happened when I put the two together.

My background is in GIS, so I’ve spent a lot of time working with map data. The part I always enjoyed most was making the maps look good, taking all those streets, rivers and parks and turning them into something you’d actually want on your wall. I still get a kick out of watching a city come together, one layer at a time.

Running is my other passion, and it wasn’t long before I started mapping my own runs. Seeing a route I’d actually run drawn across a whole city felt different from any other map I’d made. A marathon route means the most of all, because it’s months of training in a single line. I wanted to make prints that do that day justice.

What I care about

Four rules

The line is not the point.

I am not selling you a route. I am trying to return the day. The line is the proof, the print is the memory.

Composed, not generated.

Every map starts as raw OpenStreetMap data and is then re-set in the studio. Which roads to show, which to suppress, how thin a stroke reads at print size, where the type sits. The software does not get the last word on any of it.

Made to last.

Giclée-printed on 200 gsm matte fine-art paper, with archival pigment inks that will not fade indoors. You will hang it in your first flat, your fifth flat, and the one after that.

Made for one.

Your name. Your time. Your bib. The date you crossed the line. Every edition exists once, for one person. If it does not feel right when it arrives, we make it again.

Below, you can watch one of them build itself: Frost-palette London, layer by layer, in the order each piece arrives. Scroll on.

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Empty page.
We start with a blank Frost canvas, a quiet, icy field. Every layer that follows is added intentionally, one at a time.
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Parks and green spaces.
The lungs of the city. Hyde Park, Regent's Park, the squares and gardens: the patches of stillness that anchor the route on the page.
03 / 06
Water finds its line.
The Thames, the canals, the docks. The river is the spine of the route, the moment on race day when you knew the City was close.
04 / 06
Side streets.
Residential blocks and small roads, set fine so the texture of the city reads at print size without overwhelming the page.
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Main roads + rail.
Motorways, primary and secondary roads, plus the Underground and overground rail lines. The bones of the city, sitting just above the side streets.
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Your route.
The 26.2 miles you ran, snapped to real streets, laid last in your chosen accent. Greenwich, Tower Bridge, Canary Wharf, Embankment, The Mall: the line you'll remember.