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There are some books that demand to be read in a single, unbroken, visceral sitting, and then there are books like Dona Ann McAdams’s Black Box. This is a volume that felt less like a photobook and more like the discovery of someone’s deeply personal diary, a collection I had to keep putting down, not…
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I have been waiting for what feels like an eternity to properly sit down with Ala Ebtekar’s Thirty-Six Views of the Moon. Family life, site projects, and the inescapable gravitational pull of daily chaos meant I had to keep putting it down, always promising myself I would return. Last night, however, I finally got the…
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There are some photobooks that you read, and then there are others that read you. They arrive in your hands not as curated collections of beautiful prints, but as an unflinching challenge to your very soul, forcing you to confront the ethical and emotional cost of simply looking at the world today. Alfredo Jaar’s magnificent,…
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Streuli is a photographer of such a rare brilliance, dismantling the polished, protective veneer we wear as travellers. We cling to the worn cliché that urban exploration is boundless, yet we betray ourselves by treading the familiar, safe paths, viewing the world from a certain elevated perch, and noting only the most superficial fragments.
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I first stumbled upon the work of David Hoffman last month. I was reading an interview with him on the Socialist Worker website, and I was at once taken by his photograph of the Women’s Peace Camp at Greenham Common from 1982. I loved it so much that I featured it as one of my…
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Reading Carmen Winant’s book, The Last Safe Abortion, stirs a profound emotional reaction within me, it blows my mind how this conversation is still so prevalent, not only in America but right here at home in the UK. I see the utter idiocy of those still protesting outside hospitals and clinics across Scotland, and I…
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I remember the first time I saw one of Elisa Miller’s photographs. An image of a woman sprawled on a thick red rug, wearing a green dress and a white blouse, smoking a cigarette with a slash of bright red lipstick. Her red hair seemed to burn against the carpet, and I felt a sudden,…
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Gazing at these snapshots from Jack Lueders-Booth’s American Motorcycling Culture transports me straight back to my skateboarding youth, from 1989 to 1999, when the thrill of carving concrete roads and skating the council build ramps mirrored the raw freedom these riders chase. The book stirs that same unshakeable passion for a subculture that defined me,…
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My journey to discovering the work of Roberto Badin began, as many profound discoveries do, in a deep rabbit hole of local history. As someone who’s always been fascinated by Aberdeen’s past and the quiet narratives etched into its streets, I found myself tracing the origins of a famous Scottish whiskey, Chivas Regal, which began…
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Opening these pages from The Exposed Eye feels like a profound act of archaeology. I have to admit my oversights in not lingering longer to uncover the unspoken narratives that haunt the frame sometimes. These images, woven into Härenstam and Strand’s playful yet profound dialogue, resonate deeply with my passion for photography’s ability to peel…