‘I live 2 blocks from the George Floyd murder’ I heard, repeatedly yesterday, as I ran a 3.5 hour folio review marathon with photographers based in Minneapolis. ‘I had my bag packed and was ready to flee in case our building was burned down’ said one. ‘Please let there be change’, they all said. Starting
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
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.
Over the last month I simultaneously launched 2 programmes. I edited a folio, blitzed work, and mentored my VIP’s, Bootcampers and Series Project Makers through discoveries, bumps and successes (and this happily continues). I attended a yoga workshop and injured my back (to the point of not being able to use a computer hence…crickets for
It was 2pm. I was planting veggies in my garden. The sun was shining and there was a gentle summer breeze stirring the Nikau Palms. As I worked, everything darkened. I looked up to see an eerie sepia tone washing over an ashen sky. Pink roses popped and everything else receded. My blue sparkly harbour
Photo credit: Andrew Martin It’s exactly one week since the horrific killings of 50 people in the mosque attack in Christchurch, and I want to thank you for the beautiful messages I’ve been receiving from around the world. In New Zealand we are still reeling. I am not a Muslim, notr do I live