
Reading this issue of Aperture’s “Liberated Threads” (No. 259, Summer 2025) has been a visceral experience, pulling me back to my own journey of understanding how an image can not only capture a moment but also carry the weight of history and the echo of personal narratives. I found myself thinking of the early photographs…

It truly is a curious thing, the way certain books find their way to you, speaking a language you did not even realise you longed to hear. And for me, Jan Čihák’s A few stones from Eastern Front is precisely one of those quiet, unassuming treasures that has, against all expectations, resonated deeply within my…

There are some books that arrive with a quiet insistence, demanding to be seen not merely with the eyes, but with something deeper in the gut. Sally Mann’s at Twelve: Portraits of Young Women for Aperture is precisely such a book. For a father like me, with a daughter now grown to twenty-four, and a…

It has been truly heartening to receive such kind messages lately, hearing from so many of you about how my thoughts on photography and photobooks resonate. It’s a wonderful feeling to know that what I pour onto these pages finds a home with you, and it has prompted me to reflect on something fundamental that…

Stepping away from the raw, often monumental landscapes I’ve been immersed in lately, a new book has landed on my desk, drawing me into a different kind of visual exploration. I’m deep into “The Color of Clothes, Fashion and Dress in Autochromes 1907-1930” by Cally Blackman, published by Thames & Hudson, and even at these…

There are certain photographic journeys that burrow deep into your consciousness, reshaping how you see the very ground beneath your feet. Victoria Sambunaris’s “Transformation of a Landscape” from Radius Books is precisely one such odyssey. It is not merely a collection of stunning photographs, it is a profound and deeply personal excavation of the American…

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…

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…