Last week, in response to the situation in USA, I froze. What to say? What to do? So I said nothing. I posted my black square and cancelled my AMA Facebook live to allow black voices to be amplified. I’ve tried to educate myself and think about what I’m doing to prevent black photographers approaching
As many of us emerge gingerly out of lockdown one thing is clear. Nothing is certain. Feelings and reactions amongst my community of photographers are diverse and ever-changing. From gratitude, excitement and cautious optimism to fear, anger and a sense of abandonment. ‘I have everything I need. I am so privileged’ said one photographer yesterday.
Time has been behaving weirdly this past month or two. A week flies by. A day feels like eternity. A month is like a year. (What DID you do in April?) It’s wildly different for everyone. There are some commonalities in the way people are behaving though, and I want to share them with you
Yesterday, during a Blitz, I found myself staring at brightly coloured, sun-a-flaring, golden meadows, bright green trees and crimson poppy fields. They were landscapes on steroids. Perfect, in a chocolate box, Fanta kind of way. They annoyed me a little. Something about them was not real. Unconvincing perhaps (though I couldn’t find a flaw). Digging
We were flopped on couches after the cocktail evening for jurors and IPA winners at head judge Susan Baraz’s NY apartment. It was November. (How long ago that seems.) We were discussing the extraordinary exhibition Hossein Farmani and Susan curated for the Paris UN Climate Change conference in 2015. Renowned photographers from around the world
It was just after my 16th birthday, and my friend Joan and I had jumped on the train to London, each clutching our brand new SLR’s close to our side. In Covent Garden Joan pointed her camera at the buskers performing. She shot flowers on a stall and pigeons on cobblestones. I shot the crowd.
I have to admit, this whole lockdown thing (and my rest and assess week) has made me a bit of a morning sloth. So on Sunday, when I discovered that I’d managed to get myself out of bed an hour earlier I was delighted and more than a little self-satisfied. Here I was at 7am,
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