Category: Photography
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There is an undeniable allure to places where human ambition collides with the formidable power of nature, creating a landscape at once magnificent and unsettling. It is a sensation I have often felt when encountering the vast, silent giants of infrastructure, each echoing a unique story of ingenuity, necessity, and inevitable consequence. The profound resonance…
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There is a peculiar alchemy that happens when a place, steeped in layers of history and forgotten stories, finds its visual chronicler. It is a process I understand intimately, one that echoes through my own ongoing work, “Echoes of the Past,” where I grapple with the visible and invisible threads connecting memory to the mundane…
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It is strange to admit, but I did not always know how to look at nudes. Not really. I do not mean in that bashful, adolescent way we are told to feel growing up in a culture that censor’s skin while glorifying it in everything from shampoo adverts to gallery retrospectives. I mean really look,…
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It’s been several weeks since I last lifted my camera and stepped out into the world, seeking that fleeting convergence of instinct, light, and subject that might offer something worth holding onto. The days since have carried a quiet weight. Not dramatic, not despairing, but a low, persistent thrum of guilt that catches at the…
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There’s an undeniable intangible pull to the past, as Melissa DeWitt so eloquently puts it in her editor’s letter for Hotshoe Issue 213: To Be Young. This particular issue, arriving at a time when my own creative flow has shifted from constant shooting to a more introspective engagement with the medium – filled with hours…
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There’s a certain magic to flipping through the pages of a well-curated photography magazine. It’s not just about the stunning images, though they are certainly the hook; it’s about the deep dives into the artist’s philosophy, the technical insights that spark new ideas, and the sense of connection to a vibrant community of passionate individuals.…
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The journey into Riverland began during a period of intense personal turmoil for Martinot, a Dutch photographer and mother of six. Amidst the global shadows of the Covid pandemic and her own crossroads, she found herself seeking solace in the rhythmic, calming presence of nature. Each evening, a ritual began, a walk to a nearby…
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In “I’ll Let You Be in My Dreams If I Can Be in Yours,” published by the always intriguing MACK Books in September of last year, the photographic partnership of Carolyn Drake and Andres Gonzalez unfolds a captivating visual dialogue that gracefully sidesteps the well-trodden paths of conventional documentary photography. This 144-page volume is the…
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As I ease back into the rhythm of writing, I’m reflecting on a book that truly captivated me during my recent respite: Václav Jirásek’s “Cars.” Now, I’ll admit, I’m no car person. My relationship with cars is purely functional, they get me from A to B, comfortably and safely. I appreciate a smooth drive and…
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There’s a certain comfort, a familiar embrace, in the world rendered without colour. Perhaps it’s the way it strips away the superfluous, forcing the eye to engage with form, texture, and the subtle dance of light and shadow in its purest form. For me, black and white photography has always been a foundational love, a…