Huck

There’s a well-known poster by the anonymous art group Guerrilla Girls that reads, “Do women have to be naked to get into the Met Museum?” Beneath these words lies a reclining woman – an homage to Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres’ Odalisque, only her fa

Between the ages of 10 and 18, my life was geared towards being a musician. I grew up in Beaconsfield, Buckinghamshire, and spent every weekend at music school. I couldn’t get enough of learning new instruments – percussion, oboe, violin – and dreame

I’ll admit it: I’m nosy. I’ve always been fascinated by what people’s habits and personal spaces reveal about them. I think growing up with a mother who was legally blind made me more aware and empathetic, not just of how she interacted with the worl

I grew up in Durham, North Carolina, during the 1990s – a time when the American Dream felt like it was collapsing in on itself. One of my earliest perceptions of the world around me was that the system was broken. I was comfortably middle class and

I was 26 the first time I flew to Phoenix, Arizona and drove north to Sun City. It was also the first time that I’d flown somewhere for a self-funded documentary project, following a layoff as a staff photographer for a newspaper earlier that year. I

My ex-boyfriend Louis was 10 years older than me and led a wild, improvised life. He grew up as an orphan, squatted as a punk in London and had a son from a previous relationship. I was 21 when we met and was immediately drawn to this treasure trove

I’ve been thinking a lot about what home means. Growing up, home was a small space in Manila, my side of a shared bed. Home was constant chatter and shared prayers with family. But home was also a place of trauma. I developed my project Invisible Cit

I was brought up in the South Wales countryside, surrounded by images. My dad worked at BBC Wales making documentaries; mum was an art and photography teacher. When I was around 13, my parents had an old enlarger in the garage. They showed me how to

I have always been fascinated by faces. As someone who tells stories through film and photography for a living, I often wonder how much of our expressions is linked to our past, our character, the way society views us and the way we want to be viewed

Growing up in Nebraska, I wanted to be a mail(wo)man. I thought it would be fun to walk around all day – rain or shine – delivering mail and chatting with people. Instead I became a photojournalist, which is like the next best thing: I still get to w

One day in October 2014, I had a chance to visit the J. Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles for an exhibition that included some of my work. On a tour through its halls, an elderly woman stopped to stare at a photograph I’d taken of a Japanese girl. “I

I grew up in quite a small, conservative town in Belgium where I had no real familiarity with art. I don’t think I even visited a museum before the age of 18. That world seemed like it was meant for other people. But the summer after school, I decide

My family follows a unique set of principles. I grew up in a transient state, travelling around the country with parents who believe in self-directed education. They have somehow ignored and bypassed the trajectory that governs most people’s lives. W

In 2014, I began a project with one question in mind: ‘What does it look like to live an authentic life?’ On some level, I must have known that I was not doing so myself… though I genuinely didn’t realise it at the time. I came out as gay in high-sch

I think one of the things that becomes evident looking back through my career is a focus on relationships that get built very much over time. It’s an acknowledgement of the relationships outside the images: when I know more than what the photographs

Being a white South African is a perplexing identity to occupy. I was born in 1987 and grew up just as apartheid came to an end. Ever since starting primary school, I have been told that I am a child of the “rainbow nation”, that the advent of democr