I was commissioned by the magazine (via my NYC agent, Redux Pictures). for an assignment in South Africa – ‘Movable Beast‘ – a story about the largest rhino relocation, by road, in history from South Africa to Botswana, working with the writer, Todd Pitock.
So often with magazine assignments, there are a limited number of images, out of hundreds shot, that make it to the pages of the magazine. Therefore, this Instagram takeover is a great opportunity to share some of my favourites over the next week, that did not make it to the printed page.
The Poetess: ‘Hissa Hilal is the voice from behind the veil. Her word is her weapon. We’ll never see her face. Like the majority of Saudi women, Hissa is covered from head to toe. She is not allowed to drive a car. She doesn’t own a passport and requires consent from her husband for any sort of activity...’ Read more/see screening times at Valletta Film Festival.
’That idea, regarding Bedouin women, who were free! ’ Hissa Hilal
‘In our grandmothers’ times, there were tribes where women didn’t wear burqa!‘
Shell-shocked West African migrants on board the rescue boat, in the Mediterranean Sea, as their rubber dinghy is set on fire in the background, to prevent the smugglers (who followed them) reusing it.
Congratulations to all the photographers who were eventually chosen.
A very enjoyable travel story that we worked on, in Valletta, the enchanting ancient capital of Malta – and also the European Capital of Culture 2018 – for ‘Morning Calm’ (Korean Air’s in-flight Magazine).
What a revelation, on our Malta walks, to find so much nature, and tranquility, particularly after having recently read that the tiny Mediterranean island is equated with the word: ‘cementation’ – and, in some areas, quite justifiably so. Where we live, for example, we are surrounded by deconstruction, reconstruction, new construction, behemoth cranes, and all the constant racket (and dust!) one can expect from the aforementioned.
On my frequent meanderings around the streets of this small Mediterranean island, I regularly come across sites, such as these. Beautifully decaying doors and facades – portals to another place in time. Often, starkly juxtaposed by the surrounding modern, steel and glass (which, it appears, is the de rigueur architecture of Malta, sprouting up all over), one could easily walk right past these exquisite, woefully neglected, facades without even noticing them.
‘The drive in is a killer. The roads are vertical and, while technically, they’re paved, if you think of them like dirt roads you’ll be less surprised by the bumps and holes. If you drive at night, like I did, you’re an idiot…‘ ‘Lalibela, a Far Off Place Well Worth a Long Journey’
– we happened upon this scene, whilst visiting old friends in Kembujeh, on our way back from Kanilai. We’ve been photographing these traditional masquerades for a number of years now, so it’s always great to happen across another version of the Kankurang; in the creative way that the boys use different kinds of materials to make the outfits. See more of our work on masquerades here