This summer I spent some time looking at the female body in art history, with a collection of art books I bought myself when I was about 14 or 15. I’m buying so many books lately, but that’s another problem. What I wanted from these ones was slowness: actual pages, no screen, nothing suggesting what...
Back in September I was early for a dentist appointment, the kind of early where you end up flicking through whatever’s on the waiting room table. It was the August issue of British Vogue, open to a feature on fat liberation, and it stopped me enough that I photographed the pages so I wouldn’t lose...
Lately, whenever I’m with friends my age, the conversation turns to perimenopause and menopause sooner or later. We talk about the brain fog, the hot flushes and the broken sleep, and then, almost always, we get to our bodies: the extra kilos that seem to arrive from nowhere, the tummy, the “triple” chin. I’m only...
There’s a word I hear all the time and always with a “not” in front of it and it’s “I’m not photogenic”. I hear it on the phone before we’ve even booked, then again at the studio. It’s become the default opening line, one I got used to hearing, but it also made me stop...
Personally, I don’t take many selfies, but when I do, it’s usually one of two things. In my studio, phone up for a quick Instagram story to say here I am, this is where I’m working or what I’m doing today. The only purpose of this is simple and straightforward self-promotion, and I don’t mind...
Almost every client says some version of this before we’ve even started a photoshoot. They say it on the phone and then repeat it as soon as they walk in the studio. “I’m not photogenic”, “I look terrible in photos” or “Please make me look thinner.” I used to take it as a one-off, a...
Something shifts when a woman crosses into her forties. Not just the number, but something deeper. A quiet question whispered in moments of stillness: When did I become invisible? If you’ve felt this, you’re not imagining it. Studies show that many women begin to feel unseen as they age, as if the world’s gaze has...
There comes a moment, sometimes in the middle of folding laundry or staring at the mirror, when you pause and wonder… Where’s the woman I used to be? Where did she go? If you’ve ever felt this way, you’re not alone and self-discovery photography might be the gentle invitation you need to reconnect with yourself....
