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Queer Representation I made the first photograph for The Queering of Photography in 2015. I had recently begun my doctoral studies and there I was, in the Royal College of Art studios, trying to make a start with an academic project on queer representation. My friend Ruth had agreed to sit for me and together we set up the studio. Once I placed a piece of masking tape on the floor, Ruth positioned themselves just behind, ready for the first frame. I had brought with me a handful of printouts from photobook...

When I Was A Teenager Mine is a common story with photography in that my dad gave me his 35mm camera when I was a teenager. I shot his Minolta until I dropped it a few too many times and the light leaks became punitive. Soon after, I stumbled into the darkroom just as casually after I found my dad’s enlarger in the back of a closet and my friend, Joel, taught me the basics of printing in a few hours (I didn’t realize how difficult that would be). I didn’t have or know about filters and had no techniq...

We find great delight in #ilfordphoto #fridayfavourites #themefree weeks 12th April 2024, where we refrain from a specific theme. Instead, we invited you to freely share any image of yours using our products. @mrbwa1. Cats on HP5 35mm ?️. #themefree #ilfordphoto #fridayfavourites   @podvodoy. #themefree week #ilfordphoto #fridayfavourites Shot on FP4. @PhlStrchn. Spring has arrived here ?. #themefree #ilfordphoto #fridayfavourites Film: Ilford HP5+ Camera: Pent...

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Dancing in the rhythm of the waves The dark, silky, smooth waters of the canals are silent now, only a few late boats are disturbing the lights that are dancing in the rhythm of the waves. Where there were armies of city guests, only a few hours ago, clucking happily excited about everything and nothing, now only the locals and the (not so few though) night crawlers of touristic persuasion are to be seen, slowly parading the centuries old worn narrow streets, stairs and bridges. La Serenissima is tired, bu...