The Photo Essay Was Not the Magazine
When I started taking photography seriously, I was taking single photos. At most, I’d go back to the same place over and…
Read more →When I started taking photography seriously, I was taking single photos. At most, I’d go back to the same place over and…
Read more →We’ve all been beginners one day. And we’ve all been criticised for creating cliché photographs. The implication is that clichés shows a…
Read more →My quest through deadpan photography and New Topographics has led me to discovering a photographer that kind of lives at the intersection:…
Read more →Last week I said I hate the word work and then proceeded to use it and explain it with a private definition:…
Read more →I complained a while back that I needed a project but I couldn’t find a good theme. A project gives direction and meaning to…
Read more →The more I look into little unknown women photographers that have risked or lost their lives to show what was happening in…
Read more →Christine Spengler’s first camera wasn’t hers. It was her brother Éric’s. A Nikon with a 28mm wide-angle, the kit of a fashion…
Read more →I’ve been taking photos of benches for years. Sometimes on purpose because I find them intriguing and I have an thing for…
Read more →I’ve spent a lot of words arguing that the ordinary is enough. To me, documenting your own life is the most interesting…
Read more →Before you push the shutter button, before even you leave the house, everything has been decided. You might not have a list…
Read more →A software engineer looking 50 in the eye. Photography picked up over 20 years ago, then set aside as life intervened — and recently returned to, with a deliberate focus on monochrome. Also drawn to found negatives: rolls of film abandoned by strangers, full of lives worth rescuing from obscurity.