Six Months in the Islamic World
I spent the summer and autumn of 2019 traveling, learning, and living in the Muslim World. I conducted a research project in Pakistan and studied in Amman for a semester. Also included in these pictures are pictures from Oman and Palestine. The time I spent in these places was formative personally a
Verse ex Machina
Our human souls have been allowed to stand alone, Your love with spirit confirms the sunk brow of God The lines materialise on the screen. They are, admittedly, recognisable as poetic. Then you examine them for a little longer.
Letter from the Marquesas
We board a tiny plane to Hiva Oa at dawn. An old fisherman sits next to me on the flight. He speaks in rapid, broken French whilst brandishing a photograph of his prize catch. Out of the window, I watch the land heave up in peaks then sink into valleys, falling in cliffs and buttresses. […]
Fashion
Writhing, smiling, touching her teeth and her chest: those are the first images that greet you in the video for Bjork’s Big Time Sensuality (1993), the fourth single from her fittingly titled debut, Debut. She blinks and grins down the lens – spinning back and forth on the back of a moving truc
photo journal
27 July Packed quietly and snuck off this morning – didn’t want to wake people as they all seemed so deep in sleep. Last few days in Les Gets were mellow. We hiked and got caught in a hot storm. We counted the seconds between the flashes and the cracks of lightning as we waited for […]
Exorcising Mississippi’s Cemeteries
“Mississippi had no art except in cemeteries”. These words of Eudora Welty’s, a comment on her photographs of graveyards around the state, have strangely buried themselves in me. It is not that the general sentiment is unfamiliar. Southern artists frequently motioned towards themselves as awkw
Why do gallery visitors have no bodies?
Picture this. Someone dashes past you in a gallery, camera in hand, voraciously taking photographs of the famous works, passing swiftly by the others without paying them so much as a second look. How ubiquitous this occurrence has become. The focus on certain artworks — the famous ones — is not
The Snapshot Collective: Spring Corner, New York, Melanie Einzig (2000)
A double-denim man walks into frame with a cockatoo perched on his shoulder. A Rottweiler skulks on the sidewalk, its eyes fixated to the right. A couple embrace for what seems like an eternity. Amidst them all, a lone character seemingly exhausted by life slumps dejectedly, the peak of his hat poin
Home. David Seymour (1948)
There is something fundamentally chilling about photographic context. With just a few words, a short conversation or fleeting caption, a snapshot can transcend far beyond what we ever imagined it was capable of representing. Consider the two pictures above, by David Seymour. It is quite extraordin